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.
"Quite so, quite so. Of course one doesn't think of such things, right
at first. And you've had a knock-down--a regular smasher, old chap." He
stopped, cleared his voice and said sympathetically: "You adored her?"
"I suppose I could give up the apartment and sell the auto," said
Lightbody slowly, speaking to himself.
De Gollyer smiled--a bachelor smile.
"Riches, my boy," he said, tapping him on the shoulder with the same
quick, awakening Mephistophelean touch.
The contact raised Lightbody from revery. He drew back, shocked at the
ways through which his thoughts had wandered.
"No, no, Jim," he said. "No, you mustn't, nothing like that--not at such
a time."
"You're right," said De Gollyer, instantly masked in gravity. "You're
quite right. Still, we are looking things in the face--planning for the
future. Of course it's a delicate question, terrifically delicate.
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