His brother's arguments were too strong for the young lord, and it was out of his power to deal with one so dogmatic.
But he did not forget the last words that had been spoken.

It may be that "I shall not be the man very long," he said at last.
"Any of us may die to-day or to-morrow," said Jack.
"I have a kind of presentiment,--not that I shall die, but that I shall never see Scroope again.

It seems as though I were certainly leaving for ever a place that has always been distasteful to me." "I never believe anything of presentiments." "No; of course not.

You're not that sort of fellow at all.

But I am.