Don't
do it again, my boy--don't do it."
Lightbody laughed a barking laugh that quite satisfied De Gollyer.
"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! Why, Jack, in one-half of
the marriages in this country--no, by George, in two-thirds--if the
inconsequential, tabulating husband should come home to find a letter
like this--he'd be dancing a _can-can_!"
Lightbody felt a flood of soul-easing laughter well up within him. He
bit his lip and answered:
"No!"
"Yes."
"Pshaw!"
"A _can-can_!"
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.
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