"Dear me!" he said innocently. "I must have forgotten to eat.
Lamplight!" he looked round vaguely. "Of course, I remember
lighting the lamps. Time has gone by very rapidly. I am really
hungry." He paused to make sure, then repeated his remark in a
more positive manner. "Yes, I am very hungry, Mrs. Jasher." He
looked at her as though she had just entered. "Of course, Mrs.
Jasher. Do you wish to see me about anything particular?"
The widow frowned at his inattention, and then laughed. It was
impossible to be angry with this dreamer.
"I have come to dinner, Professor. Do try and wake up; you are
half asleep and half starved, too, I expect."
"I certainly feel unaccountably hungry," admitted Braddock
cautiously.
"Unaccountably, when you have eaten nothing since breakfast. You
weird man, I believe you are a mummy yourself."
But the Professor had again returned to examine the scarabeus,
this time with a powerful magnifying glass.
"It certainly belongs to the twentieth dynasty," he murmured,
wrinkling his brows.
Mrs. Jasher stamped and flirted her fan pettishly. The
creature's soul, she decided, was certainly not in his body, and
until it came back he would continue to ignore her.
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