"Jack!"
They precipitated themselves into each other's arms. 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."
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.