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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.
"No one would be such a fool least of all Sydney," she added, more to herself than to him, "who is so clever." "Exactly," said Mr. Clendon. "So you see, my child, you have nothing to be alarmed about. Here is the Hall!" He looked up at the noble façade with a curious expression in his face. "It is years since I have been here," he added, musingly.
Naturally enough, Derrick felt curious about him; for he had been much struck and interested by the old man's appearance and manner. Derrick knew a gentleman when he saw him, and he knew that Mr. Clendon was a gentleman and one of a very fine type; seen in befitting surroundings, Mr. Clendon would have filled completely the part of a nobleman; and yet he was poor and living in Brown's Buildings.
Half-unconsciously, she stood looking at the door which the lady had closed after her; then Celia shut hers and went back to clearing away the tea. When Mr. Clendon had asked her if she had fitted a history to the young man who had interested her so much, she had replied in the negative; but now, involuntarily, she began to do so.
And there is my opposite neighbour" she jerked her head, with a pretty, graceful motion, towards the door fronting her own "that handsome, good-looking young fellow who comes up the steps two at a time and bangs his door after him, as if he were entering a mansion." "I know the young man you mean," said Mr. Clendon. "Have you fitted a history to him?" "Well, no; he puzzles me rather.
And I've got to like the people, though I know so little of them. Oh, Mr. Clendon " She paused a moment, and the colour stole to her face and she looked hard at the fire. She went on hesitatingly, almost shyly: "You remember the young man who lived opposite? He has gone; but I think I mean, it is just possible that he may come back."
"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. "I took care that the evidence should satisfy you.
Let me go my way it is the only one for me " "But you will tell me where you live, where I can find you?" interrupted Lord Sutcombe. Mr. Clendon smiled, gravely. "I think not, Talbot. To tell you the truth, I am so enamoured of this life of mine, of its solitude and independence, that I cannot run the risk of having it broken in upon. Good-bye. Don't bear me ill-will. And don't be afraid.
If you can't take a hint but it doesn't matter; I'm quite certain that you can't see my father, even if he can be told that you are here." "We will see," said Mr. Clendon. Heyton looked at him for a moment, angrily and a trifle suspiciously; then he swung on his heel and went out. "You must not mind," said Celia. "Lord Heyton is, naturally, very much upset.
Put yourself in my place. How would you like to discover that you were living under false pretences, that you had no right to everything you hold. Yes; put yourself in my place!" "That is exactly what I have refused, and still refuse, to do," said Mr. Clendon, quietly. "I see that you think I have come to disclose my identity, to displace you. You are mistaken.
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