Now she was suddenly of the first importance.

She would in all probability inherit a considerable sum.

How much there might be in that black box under the bed one could not say, but surely you could not be so relentless a miser for so long a period without accumulating a very agreeable amount.

Did the girl realise that she would, perhaps, be rich?
Uncle Mathew licked his lips with his tongue.
So quiet and self-possessed was she that you could not tell what she was thinking.

Were she only pretty she might marry anybody.