Archie noticed that his wife's face was
somewhat sad.
"Are you sorry we did not go, sweetheart?"
"No," she replied, placing her arm within his own. "I only want
to be with you."
"That is all right." He patted her hand. "Now that we have sold
all the furniture in the Pyramids, and have got rid of the lease,
there will be nothing to remind you of the green mummy."
"Yet I can't help thinking of my unfortunate step-father, and of
poor Mrs. Jasher, and of Sidney Bolton. Oh, Archie, little as we
can afford it, I am glad that we allow Mrs. Bolton a small sum a
year. After all, it was through my step-father that her son met
with his death."
"I don't quite agree with you, dear. Cockatoo's innate savagery
was the cause, as Professor Braddock did not intend or desire
murder. But there, dear, do not think any more about these
dismal things. Dream of the time when I shall be the president
of the Royal Academy, and you my lady."
"I am your lady now. But," added Lucy, perhaps from an
association of ideas of color and the Academy, "I shall hate
green for the rest of my life."
"That's unlucky, considering it is Nature's color. My dear, in a
year or two this tragedy, or rather the three tragedies, will
seem like a dream.
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