The trouble of' his mind was heightened; he waited with all but dread for the next words.
'I think I've told you,' Michael resumed at length, steadying his voice, 'that Joseph is my youngest son, and that I had three others.
Three others: Michael, Edward, and Robert--all dead.

Edward died when he was a boy of fifteen; Robert was killed on the railway--he was a porter--at three-and-twenty.

The eldest went out to Australia; he took a wife there, and had one child; the wife died when they'd been married a year or two, and Michael and his boy were drowned, both together.

I was living with them at the time, as you know.

But what I've never spoken of' Sidney, is that my son had made his fortune.