"Aunt Mary left you her diamond ring, her diamond brooch, and her camel's hair shawl?" she asked sceptically.
"She left her diamond brooch to her namesake, Mrs. Sidney. I sent it to her a week ago."
"Then, since you know Aunt Mary's wishes, what did she leave me? The ring?"
"No, ma'am!"
"The shawl?"
"No, ma'am."
Mrs. Fabian's nostrils dilated.
"My aunt's poor trifles are nothing to me, of course, except for sentiment's sake," she said haughtily.
Eliza bowed her bitter face over Pluto's fur.