Well?"
"I shall come and Archie also," assented Lucy, who was beginning
to be interested in the matter. "The affair is somewhat
romantic."
"Criminal, my dear, criminal," said Mrs. Jasher, rising to take
her leave. "It is not a matter I care to mix myself up with.
Still"--she laughed--"you know, why I am doing so."
"If I had to take all this trouble to gain a husband," observed
Lucy somewhat acidly, "I should remain single all my life."
"If you were as lonely as I am," retorted the plump widow, "you
would do your best to secure a man toy look after you. I should
prefer a young and handsomer husband--such as Sir Frank Random,
for instance but, as beggars cannot be choosers, I must content
myself with old age, a famous scientist, and the chance of a
possible title. Now mind, dear, to-night at seven--not a minute
later," and she bustled away to prepare for the reception of her
guests.
It seemed to Lucy that Mrs. Jasher was taking a great deal of
trouble to become Mrs. Braddock, especially as the Professor's
brother might live for many a long day yet, in which case the
widow would not gain the title she coveted for years. However,
the girl rather sympathized with Mrs. Jasher, who was a
companionable soul, and fond of society.
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