I've done him harm enough without this.

I wish I'd never heard of his elder brother." The tutor, busy binding up his ward's hand, only half heard the words; but Roger, amidst all his pain, heard it and looked up.
"Then you are not my brother ?" he said faintly.
"Brother?
No.

And if you hadn't left the papers about in your room a year ago I should never have known it was worth my while to pretend it." When, a few moments later, Gustav entered with two constables, Mr Ratman welcomed the visitors with a sigh almost of relief, and placed himself quietly in their hands.

As he passed the chair where Roger sat, half faint with pain and loss of blood, he stopped a moment and said-- "Your brother! No.

If I had been I shouldn't have come to this." About ten days later a small party was gathered in Roger's cosy den at Maxfield.
The young Squire was there, with his hand in a sling, still pale and weak, but able to sit up on the sofa and enjoy for the first time the society of a few choice friends.