“It’s the news,” she said. “Poor Darcy Rose! He was a grand friend to me!”
Leonard sat down again, and began to open his letters. He heard Aunt Jean tear the envelope.
“Oh, my God!” she cried.
“Take it easy!” said Evan. “Never mind, Aunt Jean!”
“Boys!” she cried.
Her face had grown chalk white beneath the rouge. She looked her years now.
“Boys, he never left a cent—for any one.”
“Never mind, dear!” said Marian. She was kneeling beside Aunt Jean, her smooth cheek pressed against the raddled old one.
“After I promised you—all I promised you—”
“Aunt Jean, dear, we knew.”