“Now see if you can find the name of Sir Frederick Douglas three generations back,” he said, when he had spread it out. “Yes, here it is.” “Now who was his heir?” “Sir William E. Douglas.” “Does the table give the name of his son?” “No, the record of that family stops there.” “I thought likely; now what connection is, or was Sir William E. Douglas to your branch of the family?” Brownie referred again to the chart. “Sir William, James, my grandfather, and auntie, were all the children of Sir Frederick Douglas; and I never knew until his moment that auntie had more than one brother,” Brownie said, in surprise. “That is strange; and he was the heir to the baronetcy, too,” returned Adrian; then he asked: “What is the date of his death?” “1840. It is put here in auntie’s own handwriting.” “That is thirty-six years ago. Then Sir William Douglas was your father’s uncle, which makes him your grand-uncle, and just the same relation to you that Miss Mehetabel Douglas was.” “Well, what does all this mean, Adrian.” “It means that Sir Edgar Douglas was Sir William Douglas’ heir, and he being deceased, also his son and only child Eddie, there does not seem to be any immediate heir to the property, which probably is entailed, or this advertisement would not have appeared,” Adrian replied, as he handed it to his wife to read. She read it, and then turned to the genealogical table again with a flushed face. After a few minutes she looked up with a puzzled expression, and said: “I have an idea of what you are thinking, Adrian, but I cannot quite make it out.” He took pencil and paper, and after a few moments placed a diagram before her. “According to that you are the only living relative and heir of Sir Edgar Douglas,” he said. “Do you suppose it can be true?” she asked, gravely. “We will apply to Capel & Armand and see, dear.” Accordingly they ordered a carriage and drove to Gray’s Inn, taking Miss Mehetabel’s precious family tree with them. Brownie used to have her patience severely tried in the days when Miss Mehetabel would descant upon her illustrious birth and ancestry, and often wished this same family tree at the bottom of the ocean, little thinking of the future good it was to bring her. They were most kindly received by Messrs. Capel & Armand, and after listening to Adrian’s explanation, and thoroughly examining the record, they fully agreed with him that Brownie was the person whom they were seeking. They congratulated her upon her good fortune, telling her that there was a fine estate at Winchester, and also a handsome town house, which would now become hers, and that in her own right she possessed an independent fortune. “How strange!” Brownie exclaimed, tearfully, when they were once more alone, and talking the matter over again, “that the little darling should be of my own kin.” “It is, indeed, and I never thought of the coincidence of names when Sir Edgar and his wife came,” replied Adrian.