"
"I don't think that Mrs. Jasher asks for impossibilities."
The Professor rose briskly.
"I'll think over it," said he. "Meanwhile, I am going to
London."
"When will you be back, father?"
"I can't say. Don't ask silly questions. I dislike being bound
to time. I may be a week, and I may be only a few days. Things
can go on here as usual, but if Hope comes to see you, ask Mrs.
Jasher in, to play chaperon."
Lucy consented to this suggestion, and Braddock went away to
prepare for his departure. To get him off the premises was like
launching a ship, as the entire household was at his swift heels,
packing boxes, strapping rugs, cutting sandwiches, helping him on
with his overcoat and assisting him into the trap, which had been
hastily sent for to the Warrior Inn. All the time Braddock
talked and scolded and gave directions and left instructions,
until every one was quite bewildered. Lucy and the servants all
sighed with relief when they saw the trap disappear round the end
of the road in the direction of Jessum. In addition to being a
famous archaeologist, the Professor was assuredly a great
nuisance to those who had to do with his whims and fancies.
For the next two or three days Lucy enjoyed herself in a quiet
way with Archie.
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