"I cannot tell you.

I have had to bear it about with me," he continued, with an irrepressible burst of anguish; "to bear it here, within me, in silence; never breathing a word of my knowledge to him, or to any one." "Some folly must have come to your cognisance," observed Mr.
Bitterworth; "though I had deemed Lionel Verner to be more free from the sins of hot-blooded youth than are most men.

I have believed him to be a true gentleman in the best sense of the word--a good and honourable man." "A silent stream runs deep," remarked Mr.Verner.
Mr.Bitterworth drew his chair nearer to his friend, and, bending towards him, resumed solemnly-- "Verner's Pride of right (speaking in accordance with our national notions) belonged to your brother, Sir Lionel.

It would have been his, as you know, had he lived but a month or two longer; your father would not have willed it away from him.

After him it would have been Lionel's.
Sir Lionel died too soon, and it was left to you; but what injunction from your father accompanied it?
Forgive my asking you the question, Stephen." "Do you think I have forgotten it ?" wailed Mr.Verner.