There was another silence.

The husband and wife were pale, with mouths agape like fishes.

So little prosperity had come into their lives that they were rendered almost idiotic by its approach.
"Us ?" said Sylvia, at length, with a gasp.
"Us ?" said Henry.
"Yes, you," said Sidney Meeks.
"What about Rose Fletcher, Abrahama's sister Susy's daughter ?" asked Sylvia, presently.

"She is her own niece." "You know Abrahama never had anything to do with Susy after she married John Fletcher," replied the lawyer.

"She made her will soon afterward, and cut her off." "I remember what they said at the time," returned Sylvia.