“Yes, Maida, I quite agree—but no more outrageous than it was last week—or last year.”
“Yes, it is! It grows more outrageous every minute! Mother, what did that old will say? That you must live in Massachusetts?”
“Yes—you know that, dear.”
“Of course I do. And if you lived elsewhere, what then?”
“I forfeit the inheritance.”
“And what would become of it?”
“In default of any other heirs, it would go to the State of Massachusetts.”
“And there are no other heirs?”
“What ails you, Maida? You know all this. No, there are no other heirs.”
“You’re sure?”