"Why not?"
"You heard me tell 'em right to their face," said Eliza.
"Oh, surely," protested Phil, "you don't think Mrs. Fabian would do anything highhanded?"
"Wouldn't she, though?" returned Eliza. "She hasn't got over it yet that Mrs. Ballard sent your mother a diamond pin and didn't leave her anything."
Phil looked puzzled. "Why didn't Aunt Mary remember Aunt Isabel?" he asked.
"To tell the truth, I don't think Mrs. Ballard meant to slight her. She just didn't think anything about it. She knew Mrs. Fabian was rich, and didn't suppose she'd care for any of her little things. Your mother always acted human toward her, and was her namesake, and 'twas natural she should send her something."
"Well, well; have a cup of tea anyway." Eliza's pallor went to her host's heart. He went to the window and brought in the lemon and sugar.
Eliza followed him with her eyes.
"Do you think you can, Mr. Sidney?" she asked, her hands interlocked.