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Court Netherlergh. 169 ‘Neither now nor later. My feelings were long, long outraged, and I bore with you, hoping for better things. But in this last fearful act, and more especially in the circumstances attending it, you have broken all allegiance, you have deliberately thrown off my protection. Lady Adela, I shall never live under the same roof with you again.” He crossed the room with the last words, and quietly left it. <A faint cry of distress seemed to be sounding in his ear: ‘‘ Mercy! mercy!” as he closed the door. Descending the stairs with a deliberate step, he caught up his hat in the hall, and went out. And Adela, the usually indifferent, fell to the ground in a storm of tears, CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE WAY FROM BLACKHEATH. STROLLING hither and thither, just as his steps led him, for in truth he had no purpose just then, so intense was his mental distress, Mr. Grubb found himself somehow in Jermyn Street. He was passing the Cavendish Hotel when a hand was laid upon his arm. A little lady in a close bonnet and black veil, standing at the hotel entrance, had arrested him. “Were you going to cut me, Francis Grubb ?” “Miss Upton!” he exclaimed, coming, with an effort, out of his wilderness and clasping her offered hand. “I did not see you; I was buried in thought.” ‘In very deep thought, as it seemed to me,” rejoined Miss Upton, regarding his face with a meaning look. ‘‘Come up-stairs to my sitting-room.” ‘Are you staying here?” he asked. “Only until to-morrow afternoon. I came from home this morn- ing. Sit down, and take some lunch with me,” she added, putting off her bonnet. ‘It is here, you perceive. I told them to have it on the table by one o’clock. ‘They are punctual, and so am I.” ‘You have been out ?” , “Only to Chenevix House. JI came up on business ot my own, but I wanted to see the Acorns, so I drove there at once, after reporting myself here to the hotel people, to whom I wrote yesterday to secure my rooms. No meat! Why, what do you live upon?” Something like a faint smile parted his lips. ‘Thank you—no, not to-day. Jam not hungry.” ‘“All the more reason that you should eat,” peremptorily returned Miss Upton, placing a substantial plate before him. ‘ You cannot let me eat alone whilst you look on !” He took up his knife and fork ; then laid it down again, intending to cut some bread for her and for himself. Miss Upton mistook the action. | “Try,” she kindly whispered, leaning forward and laying her hand GOnlGaooks (C©)