The Marquess wiped the sweat from his brow and stifled a groan.

"You distress yourself without cause, Talbot. I am sorry to hear that

you are not happy, that your son is not--satisfactory. I have not come

to add to your unhappiness. Believe that."

"Then why have you disturbed me?" demanded the Marquess, desperately.

"I will tell you," said Mr. Clendon. "Will you not come and sit down? Be

calm, and listen to me quietly. Accept my assurance that I have no

intention whatever, and never shall have, of taking my proper place, of

depriving you of all I resigned. If I ever had any desire to do so, that

desire would have died since I entered this house. Are you any happier,

Talbot, for the burden which I laid down, resigned to you? I am poor, as

you see,"--he glanced at his old, worn clothes--"but----"

The Marquess broke in impatiently.

"Oh, I see that. You look--look as if you'd had bad times; you look old

enough to be my father. You look--are dressed--in rags. Do you think

that doesn't worry me, and add to my misery? Do you think that, ever

since you entered and I recognized you, I haven't been saying to myself,

'This is my elder brother; this old, haggard-looking man, clad like a

beggar, is the Marquess of Sutcombe and you are an impostor'?"

"Grant the case as you put it. I am poor, but not unhappy. I will

venture to say that I am far happier than you, Talbot," said Mr.

Clendon, his dark eyes scanning the careworn face of the Marquess. "I

have my niche in the world; I earn my living, such as it is; I am free

from care; I have enough laid by to save me from a pauper's grave, while

you----"

"Oh, I'm unhappy enough, I'll admit," said the Marquess, with a deep

sigh. "I hold your place, and all that it means in the way of money and

power; but I'm alone in the world, worse than alone; for Percy, my only

son, I tell you--by Heaven, there is not a morning I wake that I do not

dread to hear that he has done something to disgrace the name he bears.

Wilfred, if you've a mind to take it all back----"

He stretched out his hands with a gesture of renunciation, almost an

eager, anticipatory relief.

Mr. Clendon shook his head. "No," he said, resolutely, "you must

continue to bear the burden I have imposed upon you, Talbot; and I beg

you to believe me, fully and undoubtingly, that I shall never relieve

you of your responsibilities, which you have borne so well. Oh, of

course, I have watched. I know how admirably you have filled your place,

and where I should have failed. Fate, Providence knew better than I what

was best for me, for all of us, when it drove me out of the world."




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