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Lucy and Mrs. Jasher were having a confidential conversation in the

small pink drawing-room. True to her promise, Miss Kendal had come to

readjust matters between the fiery little Professor and the widow. But

it was not an easy task, as Mrs. Jasher was righteously indignant at the

rash words used to her.

"As if I knew anything about the matter," she repeated again and again

in angry tones. "Why, my dear, he as good as told me I had murdered--"

Lucy did not let her finish.

"There! there!" she said, speaking as she would have done to a fretful

child, "you know what my father is."

"It seems to me that I am just beginning to learn," said the widow

bitterly, "and knowing how ready he is to believe ill of me, I think it

is better we should part for ever."

"But you'll never be Lady Braddock."

"Even if I married him, I am not sure that I should be, since I learn

that his brother is singularly healthy and comes of a long-lived family.

And it will not be pleasant to live with your father when he has such a

temper."

"That was only because he was excited. Think of your salon, and of the

position you wish to hold in, London."

"Ah, well," said Mrs. Jasher, visibly softening, "there is something to

be said there. After all, one can never find a man who is perfection.

And a very amiable man is usually a fool. One can't expect a rose to

be without thorns. But really, my dear," she surveyed Lucy with mild

surprise, "you appear to be very anxious that I should marry your

father."

"I want to see my father made comfortable before I marry Archie,"

said the girl with a blush. "Of course my father is quite a child in

household affairs and needs everything done for him. Archie--I am glad

to say--is now in a position to marry me in the spring. I want you to be

married about the same time, and then you can live in Gartley, and--"

"No, my dear," said Mrs. Jasher firmly, "if I marry your father, he

wishes us to go at once to Egypt in search of this tomb."

"I know that he wants you to help with the money left to you by your

late brother. But surely you will not go up the Nile yourself?"

"No, certainly not," said the widow promptly. "I shall remain in Cairo

while the Professor goes on his excursion into Ethiopia. I know that

Cairo is a very charming place, and that I shall be able to enjoy myself

there."

"Then you have decided to forgive my father for his rash words?"

"I must," sighed Mrs. Jasher. "I am so tired of being an unprotected

widow without a recognized position in the world. Even with my brother's

money,--not that it is so very much--I shall still be looked upon

askance if I go into society. But as Mrs. Braddock, or Lady Braddock,

no one will dare to say a word against me. Yes, my dear, if your father

comes and, asks my pardon he shall have it. We women are so weak," ended

the widow virtuously, as if she was not making a virtue of necessity.