Felix chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ah-h-h! Yi! An' me, too, Adolphe. I tol' you I was t'inking also. Mais let us sen' de good news home, an' let doze women off deir knees an' go to bed. My mud'-in-law she is de devil for prayin', an' she is poody stout, po' t'ing!
"We telegram it. Tell dem deir prayers are answered—de water is down—"
"An' our spirits are up, eh? An' we will be home in de morning, w'en de valuable débris is removed."
Felix laughed and touched his friend in the ribs.
"You are one devil, Adolphe. Mais we mus' be good to our women."
"Sure! I am going to return dat compliment you paid me jus' now. You say I am one devil, eh? Bien! An' in response, I say, Felix, you are one saint. You hear me! I say, one saint—uncanonized! Any man dat will telegram a message to save his rich mud'-in-law from maybe sudden apoplexy, he is one saint, sure! Mais you are right. We mus' be good to our women. A happy wife is a joy forever!"
He laughed again as he added:
"Mais de débris! Yi, yi! Dat make me smile. You ricollec' de las' débris, w'en Ma'm'selle Koko—"
"Ah, yes, Felix! Sure, I remember. I paid, me, I know, one good round sum for my share. Dat was one terrible smash-up. Two dozen champagne-glass; one crystal decanter; one chandelier, also crystal, every light on it broke, so we had to put off de gas; an'—well, de devil knows w'at else.