“Indeed,” said Lucy politely, and wondering why Mrs. Jasher was so communicative.  “Soon I hope.”

“It may be very soon.  My brother, you know—­a merchant in Pekin.  He has come home to die, and is unmarried.  When he does die, I shall go to London.  But,” added the widow, meditatively and glancing again at the Professor, “I shall be sorry to leave dear Gartley.  Still, the memory of happy hours spent in this house will always remain with me.  Ah me! ah me!” and she put her handkerchief to her eyes.

Lucy telegraphed to Archie that the widow was a humbug, and Archie telegraphed back that he quite agreed with her.  But the Professor, whom the momentary silence had brought back to the present century, looked up and asked Lucy if the dinner was finished.

“I have to do some work this evening,” said the Professor.

“Oh, father, when you said that you would take a holiday,” said Lucy reproachfully.

“I am doing so now.  Look at the precious minutes I am wasting in eating, my dear.  Life is short and much remains to be done in the way of Egyptian exploration.  There is the sepulchre of Queen Tahoser.  If I could only enter that,” and he sighed, while helping himself to cream.

“Why don’t you?” asked Mrs. Jasher, who was beginning to give up her pursuit of Braddock, for it was no use wooing a man whose interests centered entirely in Egyptian tombs.

“I have yet to discover it,” said the Professor simply; then, warming to the congenial theme, he glanced around and delivered a short historical lecture.  “Tahoser was the chief wife and queen of a famous Pharaoh—­the Pharaoh of the Exodus, in fact.”

“The one who was drowned in the Red Sea?” asked Archie idly.

“Why, yes—­but that happened later.  Before pursuing the Hebrews,—­if the Mosaic account is to be believed,—­this Pharaoh marched far into the interior of Africa,—­the Libya of the ancients,—­and conquered the natives of Upper Ethiopia.  Being deeply in love with his queen, he took her with him on this expedition, and she died before the Pharaoh returned to Memphis.  From records which I discovered in the museum of Cairo, I have reason to believe that the Pharaoh buried her with much pomp in Ethiopia, sacrificing, I believe, many prisoners at her gorgeous funeral rites.  From the wealth of that Pharaoh—­for wealthy he must have been on account of his numerous victories—­and from the love he bore this princess, I am confident—­confident,” added Braddock, striking the table vehemently, “that when discovered, her tomb will be filled with riches, and may also contain documents of incalculable value.”

“And you wish to get the money?” asked Mrs. Jasher, who was rather bored.