"I don't think so. If she ever cared for him at all, it was because she wanted the ease and luxury that he could give her. For, if she cared for him, Hubert--I put it to you as a matter of probability--could she immediately after his death begin to plan a marriage with somebody else?" Hubert looked up at last, with a startled expression upon his face. "What do you mean?" "I mean, my dear boy, that your sister Florence now wants to marry the General." In spite of his distress of mind, Hubert could not stifle a short laugh. "Aunt Leonora, you are romancing! This is really too much!" "I should not mention it to you if I had not good reason," said Miss Vane, with a series of mysterious nods. "I have sharp eyes, Hubert, and can see as far as most people. I repeat it--Florence wants to marry the General." "She will not do that." "I am not sure--if she is left here when I am gone. I must go back to London at some time or other, I suppose. But it won't do to leave Flossy in possession." "She would not think of staying, surely, if----" "If poor Marion died? Yes, she would. Believe me, I know what I am saying. I have watched her manner to him for the last few weeks, and I feel sure of it. She has her own ends in view." "I have no doubt of that," said Hubert, rather bitterly. "But what are we to do?" "Let our wits work against hers," replied Miss Vane briskly. "If poor Marion dies, we must suggest to the General that Enid should go to school. In that way we may get Florence out of the house without a scene. But--mark my words, Hubert--she will not go until she is forced. She is my second cousin once removed and your sister, but for all that she is a scheming unprincipled intriguer and adventuress, who has never brought and never will bring good to any house in which she lives. You may try to get her away to London if you like, but you'll never succeed." "I have tried already; I thought that she would be better with me," said Hubert. "But it was of no use." "You offered her a home? You are a good fellow, Hubert! You have always been a good brother to Florence, and I honor you for it," said Miss Vane heartily. "Don't say so, aunt Leo; I'm not worth it," said the young man, starting up and walking two or three paces from her, then returning to her side. "I only wish that I could do more for her--poor Florence!" "Poor Florence indeed!" echoed Miss Vane, with tart significance. "But I must go, Hubert. See her again, and persuade her, if you can, to leave Beechfield. Don't tell her what I have said to you. She is suspicious already and will want to know. Did you notice the look she gave me when I said that I wished to talk to you? Be on your guard." "I shall not have time to talk with her much. I must go back to London by the four o'clock train." "Must you? Well, do your best. See--the blind is drawn up in Marion's dressing-room--a sign that I am wanted;" and Miss Vane turned towards the house.