Jack nodded.
"He advised me to go to Sir Denzil and tell him how the matter had come up, and give him the chance to explain. And I suppose that's the only thing to do, but I wanted your advice. We've always been together in everything."
Jack nodded again, and then shook his head over his own bewilderment.
"I don't understand at all, Jim. Do you mean that we are not brothers, you and I? That's nonsense, and d----d nonsense too, I should say."
"I've thought and thought till I'm all in a muddle. But, if words mean anything at all, it means that you and I are not children of the same mother, and Lord Deseret knows all about it."
"You're sure he won't speak?"
"Certain. He's a splendid old fellow. He'll only do what he thinks proper, and the fact that he was so much put out at having started the matter, without understanding that we knew nothing about it, shows the kind of man he is and what there is in it."
"I can't imagine what it all means. Everybody knows we're twins, and to come now and tell us--oh, it's all d----d nonsense!"
"I know. I felt that way too. But all the same we've got to know all about it now. How are you for leave? When can you come down to Carne?"
"Leave's all right. Come now if you like," growled Jack, very much upset in his mind and temper, as was natural enough.