Bella found the interviews with Cyril unsatisfactory. It was plain that he entertained strong suspicions regarding the unknown person whom she termed his double. But even when questioned point-blank he declined to explain himself. Yet if Lister knew of someone who resembled him more or less closely he surely could place his hand on that someone. When he did so the assassin of Captain Huxham would speedily be found. This being the case it was strange that Cyril should hesitate, and again and again Bella questioned him bluntly, only to find him more than ever to keep his own counsel. Under these circumstances it was useless to prolong the conversation, and the girl left the cottage feeling extremely . It seemed to her that the problem would never be solved, in spite of the certainty she entertained that Cyril could solve it if he so wished.  
Nor did Bella feel any brighter when she returned to the , for Mrs. Coppersley chose to take at her niece's absence. Bella declined to say where she had been, and dismissed the matter in a few cold words. Not feeling sure of her ground, Mrs. Coppersley retreated for the time being, but next day returned to the attack with the evident object of making the Manor-house too hot for the girl. Bella was strong enough to open mutiny on the part of her aunt, but she could not defend herself against . Since the death of her brother, Mrs. Coppersley had become as bold as hitherto she had been , and in many ways to make her niece feel uncomfortable. As Bella had quite enough to bear without being taxed further with these petty worries she became , and on the third day of demanded what her aunt meant by behaving so aggressively. Mrs. Coppersley, better at than in open , would have shirked the battle, but Bella forced the quarrel since it was absolutely necessary to bring matters to a head.
 
"You never leave me alone, Aunt Rosamund," she complained wearily.
 
"Because you are a drone," retorted Mrs. Coppersley. "You eat, yet you do not work. And as St. Paul says——"
 
"I don't wish to hear what St. Paul says, thank you."
 
"It would be better if you did. I have your good at heart."
 
"Nothing of the sort; you merely wish to get rid of me."
 
Mrs. Coppersley grew red, but did not make any denial. "Why should I not?" she cried loudly. "You treat me as though I were dirt under your feet, miss. Who are you to behave like this, I should like to know?"
 
"I am my father's daughter," said Bella, very distinctly, "who have been cheated out of my inheritance."
 
"I'll make you prove those words," said Mrs. Coppersley, turning from to white. "Go and see Mr. Timson in Cade Lane, and you will find everything has been done to make the will legal."
 
"I am quite sure of that, Aunt Rosamund, as you are too clever a woman to risk losing your spoil. But you have cheated me by inducing my father to disinherit me in your favour."
 
"I did not! I did not!" Mrs. Coppersley stamped wrathfully. "Your father borrowed money from me to pay for the farm ten years ago. I lent it on condition that I inherited Bleacres. I told you this before, and——"
 
"That will do," interrupted Bella imperiously. "I shall see Mr. Timson, and learn for certain if what you have told me is correct. Meantime, as it is quite impossible for me to remain in the house with you, I shall go and stay with Dora Ankers."
 
"She won't have you," Mrs. Coppersley.
 
"I have already arranged to live with her until I am married."
 
"Then you are going to marry that ?"
 
"I don't know who you mean."
 
"Mr. Lister, the man who was so hated by your father."
 
"Whether I marry Mr. Lister or not is my business," said Bella, drily; "and so far as I can learn, my father had no reason to hate him. Do you know why he did so, Aunt Rosamund?"
 
"No," said Mrs. Coppersley reluctantly, for she would have dearly liked to put a in Bella's wheel, as the saying is. "Jabez's life before he came here was not known to me. But I am quite sure that it was shady, and——"
 
Bella interrupted again. "Leave the dead alone. You are benefiting by my father's work, whatever it might have been, and have no call to abuse him."
 
"I only got my own money back," said Mrs. Coppersley ; "but if you leave my house you leave it for ever. I wash my hands of you."
 
"I am quite content that it should be so," said Bella icily; "but I can't leave my home penniless. Give me fifty pounds until such time as I can see Mr. Timson and learn how I stand."
 
"What?" Mrs. Coppersley became in her anger. "Give you money to bring against me?"
 
Bella looked at her very directly. "If everything is fair and square, as you say," she observed , "there is no danger of lawsuits. Come, Aunt Rosamund, I wish to leave Bleacres this afternoon. Give me the money."
 
"No!" shouted the older woman, and sat down with folded arms and a dogged expression. "You get no money from me."
 
Bella was . She could not use violence, and her aunt seemed very determined. For the moment she was , and scarcely knew what to say. But at this moment Henry Vand entered. The conversation had taken place in the study, and Vand came into the room from the hall. he had just entered the house. In fact, he explained as much, and also confessed calmly that he had listened.
 
"I heard your voices raised," he said quietly, "and knowing Rosamund's violent temper I waited, so that I might on your behalf, Miss Huxham."
 
"I want no interference," said Mrs. Coppersley . "I can manage my own business."
 
"That may be," said the young man drily, "but you seem to forget that I am your husband."
 
"Husband!" echoed Bella amazed.
 
"Yes," said Vand; while Mrs. Coppersley—or rather Mrs. Vand—looked at the floor. "We have been married for three months, secretly."
 
"Why secretly?" asked Bella, still wondering at the news.
 
"That's our business," said her aunt .
 
"Pardon me, Rosamund," said Vand, who was as polite as his wife was rude. "It is only fair that Miss Huxham should understand the position."
 
"Have it your own way, then," muttered Mrs. Vand, tossing her head, "only make her understand that I have had enough of her airs and graces. She can clear out of our house as soon as she likes, and leave us to ourselves."
 
"She is willing to do that for fifty pounds," said Vand politely.
 
"I shan't give her that amount."
 
"You are quite right, Rosamund; you will give Miss Huxham a cheque for one hundred pounds."
 
"Are you out of your senses?" raged his wife, starting to her feet.
 
"I don't want so much as that, Mr. Vand," said Bella, pleased to think that her new uncle by marriage was taking her part.
 
"It is a question of justice, Miss Huxham. My wife has inherited the Farm, so it is only right that she should recompense you."
 
"Mind," said Bella, suddenly, and thinking that this might be a , "if I find anything wrong when I see Mr. Timson I shall bring an action."
 
"I told you so, Henry," remarked Mrs. Vand .
 
"I have seen the will and the lawyer," said the man quietly, "and everything is correct. There is no flaw. With regard to my marriage, Miss Huxham, I agreed to a secret ceremony since your late father was opposed to my courtship of your aunt. But the time has now come to proclaim the marriage, so I have brought my luggage here to-day."
 
"And that is why my aunt wishes me to leave the house," said Bella, with a curling lip.
 
Vand, who was much the most self-controlled of the trio, looked at her very straightly. "You can come or stay as you please," he said gently. "I am quite willing that you should remain."
 
"Oh," cried Mrs. Vand furiously, "so you want her to remain. Perhaps you are in love with her; perhaps you would like to——"
 
"Aunt," interrupted Bella, blushing with , "how can you talk so foolishly. Mr. Vand loves you, or he would not have married you. As for me, I am going away to Dora's as soon as you give me the money."
 
"Not one penny."
 
Vand gazed at the furious woman. In spite of his club foot he was certainly handsome, and looked as refined as his wife looked coarse. He must have had good blood in his in spite of his lowly birth, and, without appearing to do so, managed, on this occasion at least, to dominate the more animal nature. Bella neither liked nor disliked the cripple, but she could not help admiring the skilful way in which he mastered her aunt. Perhaps he magnetised her with his large blue eyes or the calmness of his manner may have had a effect. But, whatever was the cause, Mrs. Vand under his silent gaze and lowered her voice, as she consented unexpectedly to do what he suggested. "I shall give Bella a cheque for one hundred pounds on condition that she does not trouble me again," she , going to the desk with an affectation of .
 
"You seem to hate me so much that there is no need for me to see you any more," said Bella bitterly.
 
"But I warn you that if the will is not right I shall take steps to recover the farm, which I look upon as my property."
 
"It is not your property, it is mine; and Jabez's income also," said Mrs. Vand, looking up from the cheque she was writing, "and if you don't promise to leave things alone you shan't have the money."
 
"I refuse to sell my heritage for a mess of potage," cried Bella, impetuously.
 
"There is no need that you should," interposed Vand gently. "Rosamund, sign the cheque."
 
Mrs. Vand , hesitated, but finally did as she was ordered, throwing it on the floor afterwards in silent fury. Her husband picked it up and handed it, with a bow, to Bella.
 
"There you are, Miss Huxham," he said with marked courtesy. "I hope............