"At least what? Please go on."
Fanny wriggled again, then said, with a burst:
"Well, my mother was Aunt Sparling's younger sister--you know that--don't you?--"
"Of course."
"And our grandfather died a year before Aunt Sparling. She was mother's trustee. Oh, the money's all right--the trust money, I mean," said the girl, hastily. "But it was a lot of other things--that mother says grandpapa always meant to divide between her and Aunt Sparling--and she never had them--nor a farthing out of them!"
"What other things? I don't understand."
"Jewels!--there!--jewels--and a lot of plate. Mother says she had a right to half the things that belonged to her mother. Grandpapa always told her she should have them. And there wasn't a word about them in the will."
"I haven't any diamonds," said Diana, quietly, "or any jewels at all, except a string of pearls papa gave me when I was nineteen, and two or three little things we bought in Florence."
Fanny Merton grew still redder; she stared aggressively at her cousin:
"Well--that was because--Aunt Sparling sold all the things!"