The Argosy — page 278: what you’re looking at

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Court Netherleigh. 259 announced, ‘Lady Adela Grubb,’ but I shiver ; I never see it in the Morning Fost, amid the lists at an entertainment, or perhaps at Court, but I fling the paper from me. As I should like to fling Az.” “Bless my heart and mind, what’s in a name?” demanded Lady Sarah, having listened like one astounded. “Grubb! Grubb!” hissed Adela from between her dainty lips. “There is a great deal in ¢hat name, at any rate, Sarah. I hate it. It is to me as a nightmare. And I hate him for forcing me to bear 1t.” “Forcing you to bear it! Why, you are his wife.” “T am—to my shame. But he had no right to make me his wife ; to ask me to be his wife. Why could he not have fixed upon any- body else? Grace, there, for instance. She would not have minded the name or the trade. She’d have got used to it—and to him.” Lady Sarah Hope nodded her head four or five times in succession. “A pretty frame of mind, is that you are cherishing, Adela! Leave off such evil speaking—and thinking. . Your husband is a true gentleman, a man that the world may be proud of; he can hold his own as such anywhere. As to the house in Leadenhall Street, it 1s of world-wide fame—the idea of your calling him a ‘tradesman !’— Let me speak !—Where can you find a man with so noble a presence, so refined and sweet a countenance ? And I feel sure that he is good and true and generous in himself as he is distinguished in reputation and person.” ‘All the same, I scorn him. I hate him, for having fixed on me. And it is the pleasure of my life to let him see that I do,” concluded Adela, in sheer defiance, as she tossed her pretty head. “Cease, Adela, cease!” interposed Grace, coming forward, her hands lifted imploringly. ‘You little know the wickedness of what you are saying; or the evil you may be laying up for yourself in the days to come. ‘This is not your true nature; you are but forcing it upon yourself to gratify a resentment you have persistently taken up. How often have I prayed to you to be your own true self!” “Pray for it yourself, child,” cried Lady Sarah, laying her hand with a firm grasp upon Adela’s shoulder. ‘‘ Pray upon your bended knees to Heaven, to snatch and shield you es Satan. Most assuredly he has got into you.” “What has got into me?” asked Adela with languid indifference, not having caught the words. “The devil,” angrily amended Lady Sarah. That infant of Lady Adela’s, little George, did not live. Just for a month or two, just long enough for her to get passionately attached to him, to use every means to make him strong, he lingered. ‘Then there came. three days of illness, and the little soul fled from the feeble frame. No other child had been born, and Lady Adela seemed to be left with no end or aim in life, save that of cherishing resentment against Mr. Grubb. She took it up more fiercely than CORNICLOOOLKS (C(O) >