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At this moment, unnoticed by him, the doors moved noiselessly and Mrs. Lightbody entered; a woman full of appealing movements in her lithe body, and of quick, decisive perceptions in the straight, gray glance of her eyes. She held with one hand a cloak fastened loosely about her throat. On her head was the hat with the three white feathers.
I can't believe it!" ejaculated De Gollyer, too astounded to indulge his sense of humor. All at once a little fury seemed to seize Lightbody. His voice rose and his gestures became indignant. "Married! I've been married to a policeman. Why, Jim, do you know what I've spent on myself, really spent? Not two thousand, not one thousand, not five hundred dollars a year.
At the door, De Gollyer, who, when he couldn't leave on an epigram, liked to recall the best thing he had said, turned: "Never again, eh, old boy?" "Never," cried Lightbody, with the voice of a cannon. "No social sounding-board for us, eh?" "Never again!" "You do like that, don't you? I say a good thing now and then, don't I?"
Lightbody with a movement of irritation, shifted the clutch of his fingers. "As a matter of fact, suppose you are acquitted, what then? You emerge, middle-aged, dyspeptic, possibly rheumatic no nerves left. Your photograph figures in every paper along with inventors of shoes and corsets. You can't be asked to dinner or to house parties, can you?
It's shamefu' epicurism; but that's what we hae gotten frae the English pock-puddings." "Hout, never mind the English pock-puddings," said Luckie Lightbody; "try our puddings, Mr. Balderstone; there is black pudding and white-hass; try whilk ye like best." Ne'er a bit but she looks far better than when she married Gilbert, and then she was the bonniest lass in our parochine and the neist till't.
De Gollyer, at forty-two, showed a responsive face, invincibly, gravely sympathetic, patiently awaiting his climax, knowing that nothing is so cumulatively dangerous as confession. Lightbody took up his glass and again approached it to his lips, frowning at the thought of what he had revealed.
Captain Lightbody, with invincible assurance, came up just as Lady Hunter was getting into her carriage, and besought permission to present his bride to her. But Lady Hunter, turning her back upon him without reply, said to her son, "If Captain Lightbody is going to Beaumont Park, I am not going there." Mrs.
"Husbands modern social husbands are excrescences they don't count. They're mere financial tabulators nothing more than social sounding-boards." "Right!" said Lightbody savagely. "Ah, you like that, do you?" said De Gollyer, pleased. "I do say a good thing occasionally. Social sounding-boards!
Beaumont with patience, and even with smiles; and, after it had been sufficiently reiterated, that really it was using Sir John Hunter ill not to give him some more decisive answer, when he was so unhappy, so impatient, she at length exclaimed, "Well, Lightbody, tell your friend Sir John, then, since it must be so, I will consult my friends, and see what can be done for him."
"This young lady, is a ward of chancery, and not of age!" "I am of age of age last month," cried the bride. "Not till next year." "Of age last month. I have the parish register," said Captain Lightbody. "Go on, sir, if you please." "Good Heavens! Miss Hunter, can you bear," said Lady Hunter, "to be the object of this indecent altercation?
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