"No reason for the hope?"
"None that I can see."
"Do you mind telling me how much the 'pittance' really will be? I don't want to tease you—" wistfully—"but if I could be any help—"
"You have every right to know."
"I don't ask it as a right; but are things so desperate?"
"So far as I can make out, when all claims have been met, there may be some three hundred a year left."
"Of madre's?"
"Yours."
"And how much of yours—hers and yours?"
"There can be nothing of ours, in strict justice, till your claims are satisfied."