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RECOGNITION.
Lucy and Mrs.Jasher were having a confidential conversation in the small pink drawing-room.

True to her promise, Miss Kendal had come to readjust matters between the fiery little Professor and the widow.

But it was not an easy task, as Mrs.Jasher was righteously indignant at the rash words used to her.
"As if I knew anything about the matter," she repeated again and again in angry tones.

"Why, my dear, he as good as told me I had murdered--" Lucy did not let her finish.
"There! there!" she said, speaking as she would have done to a fretful child, "you know what my father is." "It seems to me that I am just beginning to learn," said the widow bitterly, "and knowing how ready he is to believe ill of me, I think it is better we should part for ever." "But you'll never be Lady Braddock." "Even if I married him, I am not sure that I should be, since I learn that his brother is singularly healthy and comes of a long-lived family.
And it will not be pleasant to live with your father when he has such a temper." "That was only because he was excited.