"I am sorry, Percy.

I believed that he was dead; but I should have told you the moment I discovered the truth.

Yes, I see now that it was my duty to have done so." Heyton had stood staring at the two old men dully; his sodden brain did not realize at first the importance of the avowal; then the blood rushed to his face and he stammered: "What's all this?
What's the meaning of this cock-and-bull story?
I--I don't understand.

You don't suppose I'm going to cave in, accept this fairytale?
I'm your son--I'm the next in succession----" "Yes," said the Marquess, with a deep sigh, and a look at his son which Heyton understood and quailed from.

"My brother is not married; you are his heir--after me." "I did not say I was not married, Talbot," said Mr.Clendon, almost inaudibly.