"What, going already!" she exclaimed. "Yes," replied Lady Harriet; "and I wish you would just tell Sir Sandy for me: you will be sure to see him somewhere in the rooms. Say my sister does not feel well, and we have gone home." They passed out to the carriage and were soon bowling along the streets. Adela drew into her corner, cowering and shivering. "Did you see him?" she gasped. "Oh yes, I saw him," grumblingly responded Lady Harriet, who was not very pleased at having to quit the gay scene in this summary fashion. "I am sure Sandy will conclude we have been spirited away, unless Mrs. Seymour finds him. A fine flurry he'll be in." "Harriet, what did it mean? They called him Sir Francis Netherleigh." "He is Sir Francis Netherleigh." "Since when? Why did you not tell me?" "He has been Francis Netherleigh since Aunt Margery died: the name came to him with the property. He has been Sir Francis since--oh, for about six weeks now. The old Uncle Francis wished the baronetcy to be revived in him, and his wishes have been carried out." Adela paused, apparently revolving the information. "Then his name is no longer Grubb?" "In one sense, no. For all social uses that name has passed from him." "Why did you never tell me this?" repeated Adela. "From the uncertainty as to whether you would care to hear it, Adela. We decided to say nothing until you were stronger." A second pause of thought. "If he has succeeded to the name, why, so have I. Have I not? Though he puts me away from himself, Harriet, he cannot take from me his name." "Of course you have succeeded to it." Pause the third. "Then I ought to have been announced tonight as Lady Adela Netherleigh!" "Had you been announced at all. You solved the difficulty, you know, by telling me you would not be announced--you would creep in after me and Sandy." "What difficulty?" "Well, had you heard yourself called Netherleigh, you would have wanted to know, there and then, the why and the wherefore. It might have created a small commotion." Pause the fourth. "Who is he in mourning for? Aunt Margery?" "And also for his mother. Mrs. Lynn lived just long enough to see him take up the baronetcy. I think it must have gratified her--that her son should be the one to succeed at last. _She_ would have had Court Netherleigh in the old days, Adela, had she not displeased Uncle Francis by her marriage, not Margery Upton. He told Margery so when he was dying." "The world seems full of changes," sighed Adela. "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."