Madame looked up with bright, black, censorious eyes, at the flushed girl opposite. Alvina had a certain strangeness and brightness, which Madame did not know, and a frankness which the Frenchwoman mistrusted, but found disarming.
“And all the business, the will and all?” said Madame.
“They’re still fussing about it.”
“And there is some money?”
“I have got a hundred pounds here,” laughed Alvina. “What there will be when everything is settled, I don’t know. But not very much, I’m sure of that.”
“How much do you think? A thousand pounds?”
“Oh, it’s just possible, you know. But it’s just as likely there won’t be another penny—”
Madame nodded slowly, as always when she did her calculations.
“And if there is nothing, what do you intend?” said Madame.
“I don’t know,” said Alvina brightly.