The house was certainly extravagant. It reminded Helena of her parents' home in London. It gave a further pang of hate and resentment. This place reminded her of the life she'd been born into, then cast out of simply because she'd become pregnant outside of marriage. She resented her family for that, and felt she'd managed to make something of her life. At least up until four nights earlier when Christina had been killed.

Helena nodded a bit at his words. She wasn't certain what she would want from this place, but she would certainly take something. At the very least she could sell whatever she took in order to have some money for themselves. She did pause to look up at the portrait over the fireplace. She felt the burning pang of hate and anger run through at seeing Phoebe and she quickly turned her face away.

At the mention of where the jewelry was, Helena went upstairs. Jewelry she could sell easily. Moving to the first room, she found the first jewelry box easily enough. Grabbing it, she moved it over by the door, and then she went to the closet, grabbing several of the gowns there. She took them and the jewelry box, then moved to the second room and pilfered the jewelry box and some more of the gowns. She then brought them all downstairs, moving carefully so she wouldn't trip and fall down the stairs. Even if she had suicidal thoughts, falling down the stairs and breaking her neck was not the way she wanted to die.