You did tell me.

More cheerful as time passes on." Wentworth looked with perplexity at Michael's thin profile.

The doctor had most solemnly assured him that his mind was only muffled and deadened by his physical weakness.

But it sometimes seemed to Wentworth as if his brother's brain were softening.
He felt a sudden return of the blind despairing rage which was wont to grip him after his visits to Michael in prison.

This inert, cold-blooded shadow; was this all that was left of his brother?
A great tenderness welled up in his heart, the old, old protective tenderness of many years.