"With his mummies he is all right, but outside those he might be difficult to manage.

And these things," she glanced round the shadowy room, crowded with the dead and their earthly belongings.

"I don't think I would care to marry the British Museum.

Too much like hard work, and I am not so young as I was." The near mirror--a polished silver one, which had belonged, ages ago, to some coquette of Memphis--denied this uncomplimentary thought, for Mrs.
Jasher did not look a day over thirty, although her birth certificate set her down as forty-five.

In the lamplight she might have passed for even younger, so carefully had she preserved what remained to her of youth.