Jane, who was well instructed in waiting by her mistress, attended to her duties admirably, acting both as footman and butler.

Lucy, indeed, had offered Mrs.Jasher the services of Cockatoo to hand round the wine, but the widow with a pretty shudder had declined.
"That dreadful creature with his yellow mop of hair gives me the shivers," she declared.
Considering the isolation of the district, and the narrow limits of Mrs.
Jasher's income, the meal was truly, admirable, being well cooked and well served, while the table was arrayed like an altar for the reception of the various dishes.

Whatever Mrs.Jasher might be as an adventuress, she certainly proved herself to be a capital housekeeper, and Lucy foresaw that, if she did become Mrs.Braddock, the Professor would fare sumptuously, for the rest of his scientific life.

When the meal was ended the widow produced a box of superfine cigars and another of cigarettes, after which she left the gentlemen to sip their wine, and took her two young friends to chatter chiffons in the tiny parlor.

And it said much for Mrs.Jasher's methodical ways that, considering the limited space, everything went--as the saying goes--like clockwork.
Likewise, the widow had proved herself a wonderful hostess, as she kept the ball of conversation rolling briskly and induced a spirit of fraternity, uncommon in an ordinary dinner party.
During the meal Mrs.Jasher had kept off the subject of the mummy, which was the excuse for the entertainment; but when the gentlemen strolled into the parlor, feeling well fed and happy, she hinted at Don Pedro's quest.