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164 Court Netherleigh. Terms that were wonderfully liberal in their pecuniary aspect. Lord Acorn heard the amount of the sum he proposed to allow his wife annually with a thrill of generous admiration. Oh, what a fool Adela had been! thought he. . Why could she not have made herself a loving helpmeet to this noble-minded man, whose every instinct was good and great ? ‘Are you satisfied with the amount, Lord Acorn ?” “ (Quite satisfied.” “Tt will be paid to you ; not to herself,” continued Mr. Grubb. ‘As a matter of course her home must be with you and her mother. The allowance that you may deem suitable for herself personally, you will be good enough to pay to her out of it, as you and she may arrange. I do not interfere with details. She had better have her own separate carriage and horses.” Lord Acorn nodded in silence. He knew why he was to be the recipient of the income, instead of Adela—that she might not have the means at her disposal to lose herself in future at Lady Sanely’s. That had been the leading source of this last dangerous episode. ‘T hope you will take care of her,” cried Mr. Grubb as he rose, and pressed Lord Acorn’s hand in parting. “To the best of my power. Ah, Grubb! I—I can’t grumble, of course ; no, neither at the step nor at the proposed arrangements—but, if you cowld but see your way clear to condone the past; to receive her back !” ‘Never again,” was the quiet answer. ‘‘ Davvy can attend to the removal of her things from Grosvenor Square.” Mr. Grubb walked back to his own home with slow and thoughtful steps, his heart filled with the bitterness of disappointed hopes. It is no light matter, let me tell you, for a man to part for ever with the wife of his bosom; to say to her, ‘“‘ Your road lies that way from henceforth ; mine this.” Especially a wife who has been loved as Francis Grubb had loved his. That Adela had run away from his home, abandoned it and him, he entertained not the slightest doubt. She had been tacitly demonstrating to him for years that she wished to be rid of him— indeed, not always tacitly—and now she had accomplished it. ‘This impression did not lead to Mr. Grubb’s decision to put her away ; it had, and could have had, nothing to do with that ; but it tended to deaden any small regret he may have felt. It was a wrong impression, however. Lady Adela had not run away from Grosvenor Square to be quit of her husband ; she left it under fear. | When Frances Chenevix quitted her the night already told of, Tuesday, leaving her with the dread news that the magistrates would not release Charley, unless they got the true culprit, herself, in his stead, Adela’s worst fears were aroused. She passed a wretched night, now pacing her chamber, now tossing on her sleepless bed. She saw ECOPMICLIOO KS, EO)