She went downstairs, and told Mr.Clendon the Marquess would see him.
The old man rose, with the aid of a stick, and followed her through the hall; he looked about him, not curiously, but musingly; and he paused for a second or two before the portrait of the young man in hunting kit, the Marquess's elder brother; the pause was almost imperceptible, but Celia, remembering the scene between herself and the Marquess on the night of his arrival, noticed the pause; but the old man's face conveyed nothing and was as impassive as usual.

She took him to the Marquess's room.

Lord Sutcombe, at sight of his visitor, tried to rise; but fell back, stretching out his hand, murmuring, "Wilfred!" Then he looked at the nurse and doctor.

"Will you please leave us alone for a little while.

This gentleman is----" Mr.Clendon laid his hand upon his brother's arm and stopped him.
Celia went downstairs, and found Mr.Jacobs standing before the portrait of the Marquess's brother.
"Fine picture that, Miss Grant," he said.