Clara's pretty face scowled a little as she asked sharply and resentfully:
"Then who does know?"
"I should ha' thought you'd know," said Edwin.
"Me! I like that! She hasn't spoken to me for months, has she, Albert? And she was always frightfully close about all these things."
"About what things?"
"Well, you know."
It was a fact. Auntie Hamps had never discussed her own finance, or her testamentary dispositions, with anybody. And nobody had ever dared to mention such subjects to her.
"Don't you think you'd better ask her?" said Clara. "Albert thinks you ought."
"No, I don't," said Edwin, with curt disdain.
"Well, then I shall," Albert decided.