LADY ANNE GRANARD;
OR
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES.
CHAPTER I.
No one dies but some one is glad of it.
If this be true of deaths in general, it was very particularly true in that of Mr. Glentworth. Very rich, he died without a will or a regret. He left behind neither servant, dog, cat, nor even a customary arm-chair, to miss him. He had always lived in furnished houses, and kept his "two maids and a man" on board wages; he jobbed his carriage, and changed his tradespeople every week.
Still, joy and sorrow are the inseparable companions of death, and they were attendants even on that of Mr. Glentworth. His property, which was great, went to a nephew, who had never received from him the least kindness, and who would not have inherited a guinea, or an acre, if his relative had not had a
