“You think there will be much to come to Miss Houghton?” she said.
“Do you mean property? I really can’t say. I haven’t enquired.”
“No, but you have a good idea, eh?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t.
“No! Well! It won’t be much, then?”
“Really, I don’t know. I should say, not a large fortune—!”
“No—eh?” Madame kept him fixed with her black eyes. “Do you think the other one will get anything?”
“The other one—?” queried Mr. May, with an uprising cadence. Madame nodded slightly towards the kitchen.
“The old one—the Miss—Miss Pin—Pinny—what you call her.”
“Miss Pinnegar! The manageress of the work-girls? Really, I don’t know at all—” Mr. May was most freezing.