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Court Netherleigh. 331 “There-is not the least necessity for you to get back,” was her slighting remark. . “‘ You will not be missed if you don’t come.” “ By yourself, no. I am aware of that.. But I do not care to be SO lacking i in common Soe as to disregard the ——— wish of Miss Upton.” ‘She may have expressed it out of mere politeness.” ' “Miss Upton is not one to express a wish out of mere politeness,” replied Mr. Grubb, as he gathered up some papers of his that were by the side of his plate. ‘‘ Besides, I shall like to see her.” } Approaching his wife, who had taken up the Morning Post, he stood over her.. ‘‘ Good-bye, Adela,” he said; and bent to kiss her cheek. ‘Oh, good-bye,” she retorted, in a curt tone, and jerked her cheek away from his very lips. He went away with a suppressed sigh. This line of treatment had been dealt out.to him so long now that he had become inured to it. It was none the less bitter, though, for that. Adela, dropping the newspaper and picking up a rose from one of the glasses on the breakfast-table, went to the window to see whether it looked. very hot, for she wanted to walk to her mother’s and hear about Mary’s contemplated marriage. She saw her husband cross the square. For some reason he was crossing it on foot, his close carriage slowly following him: on very hot days he rarely used an open one. What a fine, noble-looking man he was! what a face of goodness and beauty was his !—how few could compare with him. At odd moments this would even strike Adela ; it struck her now ; and a flash of some- thing like pride in him darted into her heart. Ah! she saw now why he had walked across the square instead of getting into his carriage at the door: her father was advancing towards him. ‘The two met, shook hands, stood for a few moments. talking, and then Lord Acorn put his arm within his son-in-law’s, and they turned the corner together. ‘‘ Papa wants more money of him,” thought Adela. ‘It’s rather too bad, I must say.. But that Leadenhall Street is just a mine of wealth.” | For now and again, ever since the marriage, Lord Acorn had come with his troubles and embarrassments to Mr. Grubb, who seldom refused to assist him. As the clock was striking one that day, they sat down to lunch: Miss Upton, who had just arrived, Mr. Grubb, and Lady Adela. Miss Upton never took the meal later if she could help it. Indeed, at home she took it at twelve. Her breakfast hour was eight precisely, and by twelve she was ready for luncheon. Lady Acorn came in as they were sitting down, threw her bonnet on a chair, and sat down with them. Hearing that Miss Upton would be there, she had come, uninvited, to meet her. | ‘“How early you went out, mamma!” cried Adela, in rather an aggrieved tone. For, when she reached Chenevix House. that COMICOOO© S (C(O)