"
"Really. Here is the tea. Put the table near the fire, Jane,
between Miss Kendal and myself. Thank you. The muffins on the
fender. Thank you. No, there is nothing more. Close the door
when you go out."
The tea equippage having been arranged, Mrs. Jasher poured out a
cup of Souchong, and handed it to her guest, resuming the subject
of her proposed marriage meanwhile.
"I don't see why you should be anxious about me, dear. I am
quite able to look after myself. And the Professor seems to be
kind-hearted enough."
"Oh, he is kind-hearted when he gets his own way. Give him his
hobby and he will never bother you. But he won't live in London,
and he will not consent to this salon you wish to institute."
"Why not? It means fame to him. I shall gather round me all the
scientists of London and make my house a centre of interest. The
Professor can stop in his laboratory if he likes. As his wife, I
can do all that is necessary. Well, my dear"--Mrs. Jasher took
a cup of tea--"we need not talk the subject threadbare. You do
not disapprove of my marriage with your step-father, so you can
leave the rest to me. If you can give me a hint of how to
proceed to bring about this marriage, of course I am not above
taking it.
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