“Go on, please,” she commanded.
“Quite a different disposition of the 253 property,” repeated Mr. Benton, dwelling on the cadence of the phrase.
“What is it?”
The man delayed.
“Have you any reason to suppose, Miss Webster, that your aunt was—shall we say annoyed, with you?”
“I knew she did not like the way I felt about some things,” admitted Lucy.
“But did not some vital difference of opinion arise between you recently?” Mr. Benton persisted.
“I spoke my mind to Aunt Ellen the other day,” confessed the girl. “I had to.”
“Ah! Then that explains matters!”
“What matters?”