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104 Court Netherleigh. in her eyes as she took his hand. ‘No one knows what trouble this has been to me.” ‘‘T have more cause to be thankful than you, Grace; and I think I am,” he answered. ‘It has been to me a life’s lesson.” “Ay. You will not fall into mischief again, Charley ?” she said, almost entreatingly. ‘You will not lose your wits for a married woman, as you did for Adela ?” “Tf ever I get trapped by any woman, married or single, again, all courtly smiles one day, when she wants to amuse herself and serve her turn, and all careless neglect the next, like a confounded weathercock, Ill give you leave to transport me to a penal settlement in earnest,” was Charley’s wrathful interruption, the sense of his wrongs pressing upon him sorely. ‘But let me thank you, Grace,” he added, his tone changing to one of deep feeling, ‘‘for all your care and concern for me.” Charles could not eat any lunch, though the table was well spread. In spite of his release from the great danger, he was altogether miserable. Lady Acorn talked at him; Lady Frances, taking matters lightly after her custom, joked and laughed, and handed him all the sweets upon the table, one dish after another. It was all one to Charley : and perhaps he felt that he merited Lady Acorn’s reproaches more than he did the offered sweets. He had not yet seen his father and his step-mother. For the past two or three days they had been staying with their relative, the Earl of Cleveland ; a confirmed invalid, who lived in seclusion a few miles out of London. They all departed for Netherleigh in the course of the afternoon : the Rector, Lady Mary and the baby, Charles joining them at the railway station. What was to become of him in future? It wasa question he seriously put to himself. Surely he had bought experi- ence, if any young man ever had in this world; an experience that would leave behind it its lasting and bitter pain. Seven o’clock—nay, some fifteen minutes before it—brought Sir Turtle Kite to the Earl of Acorn’s. Sir Turtle enjoyed the visit and the dinner immensely—though he frankly avowed his opinion that his own port wine was the best. For once the Earl’s wife made herself gracious ; tart though she might be at times, she knew something of gratitude ; and Grace, who made the fourth at table, could not keep her heart’s thankfulness out of her manner—for where should they all have been without Sir Turtle ? But Mr. Grubb did not make his appearance. Neither had Lord Acorn heard from him. (To be continued.) ECOPMICLDIOO; KS, EO)