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sensible man wants the two in one.”

      “But you should be a queen, darling.”

      “Not with my own consent, Archie: the work is much too hard. Existence on six pounds a week with you will be more amusing. We can take a cottage, you know, and live, the simple life in Gartley village, until you become the P.R.A., and I can be Lady Hope, to walk in silk attire.”

      “You shall be Queen of the Earth, darling, and walk alone.”

      “How dull! I would much rather walk with you. And that reminds me that dinner is waiting. Let us take the short cut home through the village. On the way you can tell me exactly how you bought me from my step-father for one thousand pounds.”

      Archie Hope frowned at the incurable obstinacy of the sex. “I didn’t buy you, dearest: how many times do you wish me to deny a sale which never took place? I merely obtained your step-father’s consent to our marriage in the near future.”

      “As if he had anything to do with my marriage, being only my step-father, and having, in my eyes, no authority. In what way did you get his consent – his unnecessary consent,” she repeated with emphasis.

      Of course it was waste of breath to argue with a woman who had made up her mind. The two began to walk towards the village along the causeway, and Hope cleared his throat to explain – patiently as to a child.

      “You know that your step-father – Professor Braddock – is crazy on the subject of mummies?”

      Lucy nodded in her pretty wilful way. “He is an Egyptologist.”

      “Quite so, but less famous and rich than he should be, considering his knowledge of dry-as-dust antiquities. Well, then, to make a long story short, he told me that he greatly desired to examine into the difference between the Egyptians and the Peruvians, with regard to the embalming of the dead.”

      “I always thought that he was too fond of Egypt to bother about any other country,” said Lucy sapiently.

      “My dear, it isn’t the country he cares about, but the civilization of the past. The Incas embalmed their dead, as did the Egyptians, and in some way the Professor heard of a Royal Mummy, swathed in green bandages – so he described it to me.”

      “It should be called an Irish mummy,” said Lucy flippantly. “Well?”

      “This mummy is in possession of a man at Malta, and Professor Braddock, hearing that it was for sale for one thousand pounds – ”

      “Oh!” interrupted the girl vivaciously, “so this was why father sent Sidney Bolton away six weeks ago?”

      “Yes. As you know, Bolton is your step-father’s assistant, and is as crazy as the Professor on the subject of Egypt. I asked the Professor if he would allow me to marry you – ”

      “Quite unnecessary,” interpolated Lucy briskly.

      Archie passed over the remark to evade an argument.

      “When I asked him, he said that he wished you to marry Random, who is rich. I pointed out that you loved me and not Random, and that Random was on a yachting cruise, while I was on the spot. He then said that he could not wait for the return of Random, and would give me a chance.”

      “What did he mean by that?”

      “Well, it seems that he was in a hurry to get this Green Mummy from Malta, as he feared lest some other person should snap it up. This was two months ago, remember, and Professor Braddock wanted the cash at once. Had Random been here he could have supplied it, but as Random was away he told me that if I handed over one thousand pounds to purchase the mummy, that he would permit our engagement now, and our marriage in six months. I saw my chance and took it, for your step-father has always been an obstacle in our path, Lucy, dear. In a week Professor Braddock had the money, as I sold out some of my investments to get it. He then sent Bolton to Malta in a tramp steamer for the sake of cheapness, and now expects him back with the Green Mummy.”

      “Has Sidney bought it?”

      “Yes. He got it for nine hundred pounds, the Professor told me, and is bringing it back in The Diver – that’s the same tramp steamer in which he went to Malta. So that’s the whole story, and you can see there is no question of you being bought. The thousand pounds went to get your father’s consent.”

      “He is not my father,” snapped Lucy, finding nothing else to say.

      “You call him so.”

      “That is only from habit. I can’t call him Mr. Braddock, or Professor Braddock, when I live with him, so `father’ is the sole mode of address left to me. And after all,” she added, taking her lover’s arm, “I like the Professor; he is very kind and good, although extremely absent-minded. And I am glad he has consented, for he worried me a lot to marry Sir Frank Random. I am glad you bought me.”

      “But I didn’t,” cried the exasperated lover.

      “I think you did, and you shouldn’t have diminished your income by buying what you could have had for nothing.”

      Archie shrugged his shoulders. It was vain to combat her fixed idea.

      “I have still three hundred a year left. And you were worth buying.”

      “You have no right to talk of me as though I had been bought.”

      The young man gasped. “But you said – ”

      “Oh, what does it matter what I said. I am going to marry you on three hundred a year, so there it is. I suppose when Bolton returns, my father will be glad to see the back of me, and then will go to Egypt with Sidney to explore this secret tomb he is always talking about.”

      “That expedition will require more than a thousand pounds,” said Archie dryly. “The Professor explained the obstacles to me. However, his doings have nothing to do with us, darling. Let Professor Braddock fumble amongst the dead if he likes. We live!”

      “Apart,” sighed Lucy.

      “Only for the next six months; then we can get our cottage and live on love, my dearest.”

      “Plus three hundred a year,” said the girl sensibly then she added, “Oh, poor Frank Random!”

      “Lucy,” cried her lover indignantly.

      “Well, I was only pitying him. He’s a nice man, and you can’t expect him to be pleased at our marriage.”

      “Perhaps,” said Hope in an icy tone, “you would like him to be the bridegroom. If so, there is still time.”

      “Silly boy!” She took his arm. “As I have been bought, you know that I can’t run away from my purchaser.”

      “You denied being bought just now. It seems to me, Lucy, that I am to marry a weather-cock.”

      “That is only an impolite name for a woman, dear. You have no sense of humor, Frank, or you would call me an April lady.”

      “Because you change every five minutes. H’m! It’s puzzling.”

      “Is it? Perhaps you would like me to resemble Widow Anne, who is always funereal. Here she is, looking like Niobe.”

      They were strolling through Gartley village by this time, and the cottagers came to their doors and front gates to look at the handsome young couple. Everyone knew of the engagement, and approved of the same, although some hinted that Lucy Kendal would have been wiser to marry the soldier-baronet. Amongst these was Widow Anne, who really was Mrs. Bolton, the mother of Sidney, a dismal female invariably arrayed in rusty, stuffy, aggressive mourning, although her husband had been dead for over twenty years. Because of this same mourning, and because she was always talking of the dead, she was called “Widow Anne,” and looked on the appellation as a compliment to her fidelity. At the present moment she stood at the gate of her tiny garden, mopping her red eyes with a dingy handkerchief.

      “Ah, young love, young love, my lady,” she groaned, when the couple passed, for she always gave Lucy a title as though she really and truly had become the wife of Sir Frank, “but who knows

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