The Argosy — page 272: what you’re looking at

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Court Netherleigh. 255 ‘““ Nobody whatever, save the old lawyer, Pincot. Two or three weeks before she died she disclosed all to Cleveland in.a confidential interview. As it is not ourselves, I am heartily glad it’s Grubb.” ‘‘What has she done with all her accumulated money ?” tartly went: on her ladyship. ‘‘She must have saved a heap of it, living in the inexpensive way she did!” ‘Ves, there is a pretty good lot of that,” equably replied the Earl. “Tt is left to one and another ; legacies here, legacies there. I don’t come in for one.” | “No! What ashame!” ‘‘ You do, though,” resumed Lord Acorn, stretching out his boots to the warmth of the fire. ‘‘ You get ten thousand pounds.” The words were to the Countess as a very sop inthe pan. Her fiery face became a little calmer. ‘Ts it so?” she asked. “Quite so,” nodded the Earl. ‘‘You don’t get it in a lump, though, without conditions. Only the interest for life; the sum itself then goes to Grace, here. I congratulate you, Gracie, my dear.” Grace let fall her shuttle; her colour rose. ‘Oh, papa! And— and—what do my sisters have?” she added, ever, in her unselfish- ness, thinking of others. ‘Mary, Harriet, and Frances get a thousand pounds each; Sarah and Adela only some trinkets as a remembrance. I suppose Margery thought they were well married and did not require money.” ‘And, papa, who else comes in?” asked Grace, glancing across at her mother, who sat beating her foot on the carpet. ‘““Who else? Let me see. ‘Thomas Cleveland has two thousand pounds. And Mrs. Dalrymple, the elder, has a thousand. And several of Margery’s servants are provided for. And—and I think that’s about all I remember.” “The furniture at Court Netherleigh?” interrupted Lady Acorn. ‘Who takes that ?” “Grubb; he takes everything pertaining to the house and estate ; everything that was Sir Francis Netherleigh’s. He is left residuary legatee. Margery Upton has only willed away what was her own of right.” ‘As if he wanted it!” grumbled Lady Acorn, giving a twitch to her new apron. “The less one needs things, the more one gets them, as it seems tome. The baronetcy is to be renewed in him, Betsy.” “The baronetcy! In Aim!” “Sir Francis wished it. There will not be much delay in the matter, either. Margery Upton put things en train for it before she died.” Lady Acorn could only reply by a stare; and there ensued a pause. CON (A) lNOOKS EO