Now he is quite presentable. I shouldn't wonder if
he married Mrs. Jasher."
"H'm! I rather think Mrs. Jasher admires the Professor."
"Oh, he'll never marry her. If she were a mummy there might be a
chance, of course, but as a human being the Professor will never
look at her."
"I don't know so much about that, Archie. Mrs. Jasher is
attractive."
Hope laughed. "In a mutton-dressed-as-lamb way, no doubt."
"And she has money. My father is poor and so--"
"You make up a match at once, as every woman will do. Well, let
us get back to the Pyramids, and see how the flirtation is
progressing."
Lucy walked on for a few steps in silence. "Do you believe in
Mrs. Bolton's dream, Archie?"
"No! I believe she eats heavy suppers. Bolton will return quite
safe; he is a clever fellow, not easily taken advantage of.
Don't bother any more about Widow Anne and her dismal
prophecies."
"I'll try not to," replied Lucy dutifully. "All the same, I wish
she had not told me her dream," and she shivered.
CHAPTER II
PROFESSOR BRADDOCK
There was only one really palatial mansion in Gartley, and that
was the ancient Georgian house known as the Pyramids. Lucy's
step-father had given the place this eccentric name on taking up
his abode there some ten years previously.
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