"
"Well, then, there you are!" cried Mrs. Jasher, in her liveliest
tone. "I want to give my legacy for the title and preside over a
scientific salon in London."
"I understand. But you will never get my father to live in
London."
"Wait until I marry him," said the little woman shrewdly. "I'll
make a man of him. I know, of course, that mummies and
sepulchral ornaments and those sort of horrid things are dull,
but the Professor will become Sir Julian Braddock, and that is
enough for me. I don't love him, of course, as love between two
elderly people is absurd, but I shall make him a good wife, and
with my money he can take his proper position in the scientific
world, which he doesn't occupy at present. I would rather he had
been artistic, as science is so dull. However, I am getting on
in years and wish to have some amusement before I die, so I must
take what I can get. What do you say?"
"I am quite agreeable, as, when I leave, someone must look after
my father, else he will be shamefully robbed by everyone in
household matters. We are good friends, so why not you as well
as another."
"You are a dear girl," said Mrs. Jasher with a sigh of relief,
and kissed Lucy fondly. "I am sure we shall get on excellently.
Pages:
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144