Nobody else has lived in the house, except very poor people.

Forgive me, dear, but perhaps you had not thought of this when you first wrote: it has very likely occurred to you since then, and I may be making a very superfluous suggestion." So hard did she cling to the semblance of a trust that all would yet prove to be well with her love and her lover.
Stephen's reply came by the very next mail.

It was short: it ran thus:-- "DEAR DARLING,--I do not know what to make of your letter.

Your sentence, 'I cannot imagine your thinking for a moment of keeping that money for yourself,' is a most extraordinary one.

What do you mean by 'keeping it for myself'?
It is mine: the house was mine and all that was in it.