Mr.Clendon was seated beside the bed, his hand on the Marquess's shoulder.

Mr.Clendon looked troubled, but was quite calm.
"The Marquess has sent for you that you may hear something he has resolved to tell you," he said, in a low voice.
The Marquess opened his eyes and looked round; then they fixed themselves on Heyton, whom Mrs.Dexter had summoned, and who stood regarding the group sullenly.
"Yes," said the Marquess, feebly, but quite distinctly.

"I want to tell you that this is my brother"-- his hand reached for Mr.Clendon's--"my elder brother.

He is Lord Sutcombe, not I.He disappeared and was supposed to have died.

I knew some months ago that he was alive, but----" "Yielding to my earnest entreaty, my command, my brother consented to conceal the fact," said Mr.Clendon, gravely.
"Yes, but it was wrong, Wilfred; and it was foolish," said the Marquess.
His eyes went to his son.