"I don't for a moment suppose she does. Aunt Louisa wasn't the sort of
person to talk."

"Nevertheless, I'm sure she knows she's been left something."

"Oh, well, I think she has the right to expect that. Aunt Louisa led her
a dog's life."

Mrs. Wickham made an angry gesture. "She had her wages and a comfortable
home. If she didn't like the place, she could have left it," she said
pettishly. "After all," she went on in a quieter tone, "it's family
money. In my opinion, Aunt Louisa had no right to leave it to
strangers."

"I don't think we ought to complain if Miss Marsh gets a small
annuity," said her husband soothingly. "I understand Aunt Louisa
promised her something of the sort when she had a chance of marrying a
couple of years ago."

"Miss Marsh is still quite young. It isn't as if she had been here for
thirty years," protested Mrs. Wickham.

"Well, anyway, I've got an idea that Aunt Louisa meant to leave her
about two hundred and fifty a year."

"Two hundred and fif---- But what's the estate amount to; have you any
idea?"

"About nineteen thousand pounds, I believe."