"But it was a lot of other things--that mother says grandpapa always meant to divide between her and Aunt Sparling--and she never had them--nor a farthing out of them!" "What other things?
I don't understand." "Jewels!--there!--jewels--and a lot of plate.

Mother says she had a right to half the things that belonged to her mother.

Grandpapa always told her she should have them.

And there wasn't a word about them in the will." "_I_ haven't any diamonds," said Diana, quietly, "or any jewels at all, except a string of pearls papa gave me when I was nineteen, and two or three little things we bought in Florence." Fanny Merton grew still redder; she stared aggressively at her cousin: "Well--that was because--Aunt Sparling sold all the things!" Diana started and recoiled.
"You mean," she said--her breath fluttering--"that--mamma sold things she had no right to--and never gave Aunt Bertha the money!" The restrained passion of her look had an odd effect upon her companion.
Fanny first wavered under it, then laughed--a laugh that was partly perplexity, partly something else, indecipherable.
"Well, as I wasn't born then, I don't know.

You needn't be cross with me, Diana; I didn't mean to say any harm of anybody.