"To—us all!" She laid a slight stress on the pronoun.
"Yes."
"I don't think I understand."
Nigel was again hardly able to speak, and drops stood thickly like beads over his forehead.
Fulvia felt bewildered. Ruin to them all! Did that mean—to her? Was she included? In her wildest dreams this had somehow never come up as a possibility. Her money had always in imagination remained secure, only perhaps a little diminished from the Carden-Cox estimate. Her money had always been waiting to supply deficiencies for other people.
She said again, "I don't understand." It was not in human nature at that moment to insist on hearing no more. "Ruin to whom?" she asked.
"Absolute ruin to us! Hardly less to you."
"And—my forty thousand pounds—are—"
"Gone!"
He said the one word clearly as before; then a change of mood overmastered him; he sat down and covered his face with both hands.