If he dies without heirs, as it seems likely, the Professor will certainly take the title." "Well, then, there you are!" cried Mrs.Jasher, in her liveliest tone.
"I want to give my legacy for the title and preside over a scientific salon in London." "I understand.

But you will never get my father to live in London." "Wait until I marry him," said the little woman shrewdly.

"I'll make a man of him.

I know, of course, that mummies and sepulchral ornaments and those sort of horrid things are dull, but the Professor will become Sir Julian Braddock, and that is enough for me.

I don't love him, of course, as love between two elderly people is absurd, but I shall make him a good wife, and with my money he can take his proper position in the scientific world, which he doesn't occupy at present.