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Set you right up terrific air, smashing scenery, ripping sport, caravans and all that sort of thing. Fine idea, very fine. Never could forgive you breaking up that trip, you know. There." Rapidly he skimmed through the atlas, mumbling, "M-M-M Morocco." Lightbody, irritated at the idea of facing a decision, moved uneasily, saying, "Anywhere, anywhere."
Well, you shall be my bride's-maid, if the thing takes place." "If. If to the winds! Captain Lightbody, tell my brother No, I'll write myself, and tell him he may come." "How she distresses me! But she is so affectionate, one does not know how to be angry with her. But, my dear, as to naming the day when he may publicly declare himself, I cannot; for, you know, I have to break the affair to Mr.
Lightbody, fearing to betray himself, did not dare to look at the triumphant bachelor. He covered his eyes with his hands and sought to fight down the joyful hysteria that began to shake his whole body. All at once he caught sight of De Gollyer's impish eyes, and, unable longer to contain himself, burst out laughing.
Beaumont, you need not laugh I always told Sir John that his time of falling in love would come; and come it has, at last, with a vengeance." "Oh, nonsense! nonsense, Lightbody! This to me! and of Sir John Hunter!" Though Mrs.
At this instant Mrs. Beaumont saw a glimpse of somebody in a bye-path of the shrubbery near them. "Hush! Take care! Who is that lurking there? Some listener! Who can it be?" Miss Hunter applied her glass to her eye, but could not make out who it was. "It is Lightbody, I declare," said Mrs. Beaumont. "Softly, let us not pretend to see him, and watch what he will do.
"Ideally happy," continued Lightbody, more insistently. "We had the same thoughts, the same tastes, we read the same books. She had a mind, a wonderful mind. It was an ideal union." "The devil, I may be all wrong," thought De Gollyer to himself. He crossed his arms, nodded his head, and this time it was with the profoundest conviction that he repeated: "You adored her."
At half-past six o'clock from Wall Street, Jack Lightbody let himself into his apartment, called his wife by name, and received no answer. "Hello, that's funny," he thought, and, ringing, asked of the maid, "Did Mrs. Lightbody go out?" "About an hour ago, sir." "That's odd. Did she leave any message?" "No, sir." "That's not like her. I wonder what's happened."
Releasing the letter, he disdainfully allowed it to settle down on the desk, and finished: "Come now, as a matter of fact there is a little something consoling, isn't there?" From the moment he had perceived De Gollyer's idea. Lightbody had become very quiet, gazing steadily ahead, seeing neither the door nor the retaining walls. "I never thought of that," he said, almost in a whisper.
"All the same your whiskies have gone off, dear boy they've gone off, and your cigars are bad, very bad. Little things, but they show." A pencil lay before him. Lightbody, without knowing what he did, took it up and mechanically on an unwritten sheet jotted down $15,000, drawing the dollar sign with a careful, almost caressing stroke.
"You adored her?" questioned De Gollyer in an indefinable tone. "I adored her!" replied Lightbody explosively. "Really now?" "I adored her. There's nothing left now nothing nothing." "Steady." Lightbody, at the window, made another effort, controlled himself and said, as a man might renounce an inheritance: "You're right, Jim but it's hard."
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