"Impossible," he muttered. "Impossible."
“She was one of the original shareholders in Mortaulds. Forty years ago she must have had an income of eight or ten thousand a year. She has never, I am sure, spent more than four hundred a year. She was always terribly careful about money. I always believed that she was obliged to be careful about every penny."
"And all the time the income has accumulated at compound interest. My dear, you're going to be a very rich woman."
Katherine Grey nodded.
"Yes," she said, "I am."
She spoke in a detached, impersonal tone, as though she were looking at the situation from outside.
"Well," said the doctor, preparing to depart, you have all my congratulations." He flicked Mrs. Samuel Harfield's letter with his thumb. "Don't worry about that woman and her odious letter."
"It really isn’t an odious letter," said Miss Grey tolerantly. "Under the circumstances, I think it's really quite a natural thing to do."
"I have the gravest suspicions of you sometimes," said the doctor.
"Why?"
"The things that you find perfectly natural."
Katherine Grey laughed.
Doctor Harrison retailed the great news to his wife at lunch-time. She was very excited about it.
"Fancy old Mrs. Harfieldwith all that money. I m glad she left it to Katherine Grey. That girl's a saint."
The doctor made a wry face.
"Saints I always imagine must have been difficult
