"When did she die?"
"Oh, about six months ago."
"What was her name?"
"The same as mine--Harding."
"Was she an aunt by marriage?"
"She was my father's sister."
"A spinster? But I thought you told me that none of your father's relatives had two pennies to rub together."
"So I thought; but I was wrong. At any rate, when she died she left me about two thousand pounds."
"You've kept it pretty dark."
He was staring at her as if altogether amazed; she smiled at him as if amused by his surprise.