And the entail of my property?
Richard.
Ten thousand pounds income, inalienable, and all in your own power, fortunately.
John.
Is it impossible to realize the capital?
Richard.
Utterly impossible. Your uncle foresaw what has happened, and, with the knowledge of your habits and the wishes of your mother, he was anxious to preserve to you always a crust of bread. There remains your sister.
John (with a doubtful tone).
Yes, my sister!
Richard.