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Lightbody, without seeming to perceive his arrival, continued his blind traveling, pressing his fists from time to time against his throat to choke back the excess of emotions which, in the last minutes, had dazed his perceptions and left him inertly struggling against a shapeless pain. All at once he stopped, flung out his arms and cried: "She's gone!"
De Gollyer, putting his arm about him, recalled him with abrupt, military sternness. "Steady, steady again, dear old boy. Buck up now get hold of yourself." "Jim, it's awful!" "It's tough very tough!" "Out of a clear sky everything gone!" "Come, now, walk up and down a bit do you good." Lightbody obeyed, locking his arms behind his back, his eyes on the floor. "Everything smashed to bits!"
Lightbody, as delirious as a young girl at the thought of her first ball, cried: "Paris, Vienna, Morocco two years around the world!" "On my honor!" Rapidly Lightbody, impatient for the celebration, put De Gollyer into his coat and armed him with his cane. "In half an hour, Jim. Get Budd, get Reggie Longworth, and, I say, get that little reprobate of a Smithy, will you?" "Yes, by George."
Shooting is archaic for the rural districts. We've progressed way beyond that men of the world don't shoot any more." "I said it quietly," said Lightbody, who perceived, not without surprise, that he was no longer at the same temperature. However, he concluded with normal conviction: "I shall kill them both, that's all. I say it quietly."
"Good spirit fine, fine, very fine!" commented De Gollyer in critical enthusiasm, "nothing public, eh? No scandal not our class. Men of the world. No shooting! People don't shoot any more. It's reform, you know, for the preservation of bachelors." The effort, the renunciation of his just vengeance, had exhausted Lightbody, who turned and came back, putting out his hands to steady himself.
"Pray, Lightbody, do not let my name be used; do not let me be mentioned; but take it upon yourself, and say, as if from yourself, that you have reason to believe I take it ill that they have not been here lately. And then you can mention the hour that would be most convenient. But let me have nothing to do with it. I must not appear in it on any account."
De Gollyer poured out his drink and looked at Lightbody en connoisseur. "You've gone off old six years. You were the smartest of the old crowd, too. You certainly have gone off." Lightbody listened, with his eyes in his glass. "Jack, you're middle-aged you've gone off badly. It's hit you hard." There was a moment's silence and then Lightbody spoke quietly: "Jim!" "What is it, old boy?"
The moment had come which could no longer be evaded. Lightbody rose, turned, met the lurking malice in De Gollyer's eyes with the blank indecision screen of his own, and, turning on his heel, went to a little closet in the wall, and bore back a decanter and glasses. "This is not what we serve on the table," he said irrelevantly. "It's whisky."
"Well, Lightbody! come in what success?" She stopped short, for it was not Captain Lightbody, it was her son. Without taking any notice of what she said, he advanced towards her, and presented a deed. "You will do me the favour, mother, to accept of this addition to your jointure," said he.
"Before I say one word more of my own affairs, let me, my dearest child, assure you, that in the midst of all these disappointments and mortifications about Amelia, I am supported by the hope by something more than the hope that I shall see the daughter of my heart happily settled soon: Lightbody does not want penetration, I see. But I am not at liberty to say more.
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