Mrs. Hunter. [Quietly, not at all grasping what he means.] No income! How is our money—
Mason. I am sorry to say there is no money.
Mrs. Hunter. [Echoes weakly.] No money?
Mason. Not a penny!
Mrs. Hunter. [Realizing now what he means, cries out in a loud, hard, amazed voice.] What!
Blanche. [With her hand on her shoulder.] Mother!
Mrs. Hunter. I don't believe it!
Ruth. [To Mason.] My good friend, do you mean that literally—that my brother died without leaving any money behind him?
Mrs. Hunter. For his wife and family?
Mason. I mean just that.