The Argosy — page 281: what you’re looking at

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204 Court Netherleigh. **It always was, and always will be. But I fancy the right mostly comes uppermost in the end,” added Lady Harriet. ‘‘ Where is Mary Lynn, you ask? She lives with Sir Francis in Grosvenor Square ; the house’s mistress.” Adela ceased her questioning. Amid the many items for reflection suggested to her by the news, was this: that the once hated name of Grubb had been suppressed for ever. ‘There flashed across her a feminiscence of a day in the past autumn, when she was last staying at Court Netherleigh. She had been giving some scorn to the name, after her usual custom, and Margery Upton had answered it with a most peculiar look. Adela did not understand the look then: she did now. ‘That expressive look, had she been able to read it, might have told her that Mr. Grubb would not long retain the name. Adela shrank closer into the corner of the carriage and pressed her fhands upon her burning eyes. The blindness that she had shown! “Yhe foolish, infatuated woman she had been ! ** Did you notice how noble he looked to-night ?” she softly said, after awhile. ‘* He always did look noble, Adela. Here we are.” ‘The carriage Grew up to the door. As Lady Harriet, after getting out herself, turned to give her hand to Adela, weak enough still to wequire especial care, she did not find it responded to. “‘Are you asleep, child? Come. We are at home.” “‘T beg your pardon, Harriet,” was the meek answer. She had only been waiting to stem the torrent of tears flowing forth. Lady Harriet saw them glistening on her wasted cheeks by the light of the carriage lamps. Bitter tears, telling of a breaking heart. *‘Sandy,” observed Lady Harriet to her husband that night, “I do mot see that a further stay here will be of benefit to Adela. We may 4s well be making preparations for our journey to the Highlands.” “‘ Just as you please,” acquiesced Sir Sandy. ‘I, you know, would cather be in the Highlands than anywhere else. Fix your own ¢ime.” “Then we will start next week,” decided Lady Harriet. (To be continued.) ee OP Oe Sl en COPMICLIOO; KS, (EO)