"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 I think that's about all I remember."
"The furniture at Court Netherleigh?" interrupted Lady Acorn. "Who takes that?"
"Grubb; he takes everything belonging 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.
"The less one needs things, the more one gets them, as it seems to me. The baronetcy is to be renewed in him, Betsy."
"The baronetcy! In him!"
"Sir Francis wished it. There won't be much delay in the matter, either. Margery Upton put things in train for it before she died."
Lady Acorn could only reply by a stare; and there ensued a pause.
"The idiot that little minx Adela has shown herself!" was her final comment. "Court Netherleigh, it seems, would have been hers."