"I can't prevent it unless I shut the window, and don't want to do that," she said.
"I wanted to say that—to remind you that my aunt is not going to live for ever," George continued.
"That's not talking about me."
"Ah, but I'm coming to you presently."
"You can stay where you are," she said coldly.
"Miss Yard won't live for ever either," said George, more confidently. "She can't leave you anything, because all her money goes to my beastly cousin Percy. I know she is always promising to leave you money, but she can't do it."
"I am to have her furniture anyhow," said Nellie, removing her hands from the machine, and turning at last towards the window.
"Oh no! I get that. Aunt Sophy's furniture is to go with the rest."
"Is that really true?" asked Nellie, who had good reason to be suspicious of Miss Yard's promises.
"Yes, it all comes to me," said George eagerly. "I shall have the furniture, and the house, and the cash my aunt leaves. The two Chinese vases aunt keeps underneath her bed are worth a thousand pounds; that's a great secret, and I wouldn't tell any one but you. The other things will fetch five hundred pounds. Then I shall have the money that aunt leaves—perhaps another five hundred. Then the property will bring another thousand. So you see, when the old ladies die, I shall have pots of money."