Suddenly Lightbody turned and, going abruptly to the desk, leaned
heavily on one arm, raising the letter in two vain efforts. A spasm of
pain crossed his lips, which alone could not be controlled. He turned
his head hastily, half offering, half dropping the letter, and
wheeling, went to an armchair, where he collapsed, repeating
inarticulately:
"Forever!"
"Who? What? Who's gone?" exclaimed De Gollyer, bewildered by the
appearance of a letter. "Good heavens, dear boy, what has happened?
Who's gone?"
Then Lightbody, by an immense effort, answered:
"Irene--my wife!"
And with a rapid motion he covered his eyes, digging his fingers into
his flesh.
De Gollyer, pouncing upon the letter, read:
My dear Jackie: When you read this, I shall have left you forever--
Then he halted with an exclamation, and hastily turned the page for the
signature.
"Read!" said Lightbody in a stifled voice.
"I say, this is serious, devilishly serious," said De Gollyer, now
thoroughly amazed. Immediately he began to read, unconsciously
emphasizing the emphatic words--a little trick of his enunciation.
When Lightbody had heard from the voice of another the message that
stood written before his eyes, all at once all impulses in his brain
converged into one. He sprang up, speaking now in quick, distinct
syllables, sweeping the room with the fury of his arms.
"I'll find them; by God, I'll find them. I'll hunt them down. I'll
follow them. I'll track them--anywhere--to the ends of the earth--and
when I find them--"
De Gollyer, sensitively distressed at such a scene, vainly tried to stop
him.
"I'll find them, if I die for it! I'll shoot them down. I'll shoot them
down like dogs! I will, by all that's holy, I will! I'll butcher them!
I'll shoot them down, there at my feet, rolling at my feet!"
All at once he felt a weight on his arm, and heard De Gollyer saying,
vainly:
"Dear boy, be calm, be calm."
"Calm!" he cried, with a scream, his anger suddenly focusing on his
friend, "Calm! I won't be calm! What! I come back--slaving all day,
slaving for her--come back to take her out to dinner where she wants to
go--to the play she wants to see, and I find--nothing--this letter--this
bomb--this thunderbolt! Everything gone--my home broken up--my name
dishonored--my whole life ruined! And you say be calm--be calm--be
calm!"
Then, fearing the hysteria gaining possession of him, he dropped back
violently into an armchair and covered his face.
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