"I say, you said the cushions were the only different things. There's that!" He nodded towards the instrument.
"Yes," she said, her eyes following his, "there's mother's piano. I must tell you all about her will, Osborn; about everything. She left all she had to me."
"The furniture and money?"
"Yes. I sold most of the furniture; Mr. Rokeby helped me to arrange it and saw the dealers for me."
"Good old Desmond! I must thank him for that."
"He's been extremely kind." She looked into the fire. "Extremely," she repeated. "He advised me and told me exactly what to do."
"Did the furniture make much?" Osborn asked with masculine interest in things financial.
"A hundred and fifty pounds, odd."
"Good!" he exclaimed.
"I paid off all the rest of our own furniture instalments with it."