"I swear that I thought you were dead, Wilfred! When you disappeared, father--all of us--did our best to find you; we searched for you everywhere.

We were in the greatest distress, perplexity; for we did not know why you had gone--I don't know even now--I can't, no, I can't believe that it is you! Why did you--disappear ?" "There is no need why I should tell you, Talbot," said Mr.Clendon, calmly.

"It is my secret; it must remain so." "But--but, consider my position!" exclaimed the Marquess, with agitation.

"You _must_ do so! Here am I, bearing the title and--and the rest of it, under the impression that my elder brother has died.
Wilfred, you must explain.

We all believed the report of your death----" "I know," said Mr.Clendon, quietly, but not apologetically.