“And what does your property consist of?”
“I inherited it from my father.”
“To be sure. How much is it?”
She lifted her brows. “It is what my father left me.”
“Oh, come, Miss Frost. Sizes of estates in trust are no secrets nowadays. How much are you worth?”
She shrugged. “I understand that it is something over two million dollars.”
“Indeed. Is it intact?”
“Intact? Why shouldn’t it be?”
“I have no idea. But don’t think I am prying into affairs which your family considers too intimate for discussion with outsiders. Your uncle told me yesterday that your mother hasn’t got a cent. His expression. Then your father’s fortune was all left to you?”
She flushed a little. “Yes. It was. I have no brother or sister.”