"On what grounds."
"On very good grounds."
"Will you tell me what they are?"
"Will you give me the five hundred a year if I do?" she countered.
"That is out of my power. When Sir Bernard appears I will speak to him on the subject if your claim is a good one."
"My claim is an excellent one," she burst out, raising herself to her full height. "It is the claim of a wronged woman!" She paused. "I want to ask you about the will," she said. "Is it worded that the money is left 'to my grandson.'"
"To my grandson Bernard Gore."
"The name is mentioned."
"It is. The money is clearly left to Sir Bernard."
"Sir Bernard," she sneered. "Why give him a title to which he has no claim? The money may be his, else I would not tell you what I now do tell you. My son is the baronet—my son Michael."