Mr. Transome’s lawyer—­Jermyn—­was fully aware of the claim of the Bycliffes, but knew they were powerless without money to enforce the claim, and that Esther and her step-father alike were ignorant of all the facts.  It was only when Harold Transome, on his return, quarrelled with Jermyn on the management of the estates, and, after the Election (which Transome lost) threatened him with a law-suit, that Jermyn turned round and told Harold the truth.  At the same time, another lawyer, formerly in Jermyn’s confidence, thought the more profitable course could be found in throwing Jermyn over, and wrote to Esther informing her of her inheritance.

Harold Transome decided to act openly.  With his mother, he drove to the minister’s house and Mrs. Transome persuaded Esther to come and stay at Transome Court.  Both mother and son found Esther to their liking, and it appeared to Harold that marriage with Esther would be a happy conclusion to the divided claim to the property.  He was rich, and the Transome (or Bycliffe) property was heavily encumbered.

The Transomes, Esther and Mr. Lyon all agreed that no law-suit over the property should take place.

But while Esther stayed at Transome Court she never forgot her friend in prison.  Mr. Lyon had visited Felix, and Esther herself obtained an interview with him just before the assizes began.

She had grown conscious that Harold Transome was making love to her, that Mrs. Transome really desired her for a daughter-in-law, and it seemed to her as she waited with the minister in the cheerless prison room, that she stood at the first and last parting of the ways.

Soon the door opened, and Felix Holt entered.

“Miss Lyon—­Esther!” and her hand was in his grasp.  He was just the same—­no, something inexpressibly better, because of the distance and separation, which made him like the return of morning.

“Take no heed of me, children,” said Mr. Lyon.  “I have some notes to make.”  And the old man sat down at a window with his back to them, writing with his head bent close to the paper.

Felix had heard of Esther’s change of fortune and felt sure she would marry Harold Transome.  It was only when the time for parting came that he could bring himself to say: 

“I had a horrible struggle, Esther.  But you see I was right.  There was a fitting lot in reserve for you.”  Esther felt too miserable for tears to come.  She looked helplessly at Felix for a moment, then took her hands from his, and turning away mutely, said, “Father, I am ready—­there is no more to say.”

“Esther.”

She heard Felix say the word, with an entreating cry, and went towards him swiftly.  He clasped her, and they kissed each other.

When the trial came on Esther went under Mrs. Transome’s protection to the court.

The case against Felix looked very black when the prosecution closed.  Various respectable witnesses swore to the prisoner’s leadership of the mob, to his fatal assault on Tucker, and to his attitude in front of the drawing-room window at the Manor.