Assuredly
it was dishonorable to act in this way, but the Professor was a
scientific Jesuit, and deemed that the end justified the means,
when any glory to himself and gain to the British Museum was in
question.
"But I may be doing him an injustice," said Archie, when he was
explaining his fears to Miss Kendal on the third day after the
dinner party. "After all, the Professor is a gentleman, and will
probably hold to the bargain which he has made."
"I don't care whether he does or not," cried Lucy, who had a fine
color and a certain amount of fire in her eyes. "I am not going
to be bought and sold to forward these nasty scientific schemes.
My father can say what he likes and do what he likes, but I marry
you--to-morrow if you like."
"That's just it," said Archie, flushing, "we can't marry."
"Why?" she asked, much astonished.
Hope looked at the ground and drew patterns with his cane-point
in the sand. They were seated in the hot sunshine--for the
Indian summer still continued--under a moldering brick wall,
which ran around the most delightful of kitchen gardens. This
was situated at the back of the Pyramids, and contained a
multiplicity of pot herbs and fruit trees and vegetables.
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