The next day Mr. Gallivant was at his office bright and early.
In the mean time, Mr. Gallivant had returned to his law office.
In an instant Mr. Gallivant was all repose—all serenity and ease.
In fact, what he wanted her to do, he said, was to gallivant—to gallivant all day long.
She's needed here and ain't got no call to gallivant off to New York and beyont with a strange man, beauty or no beauty.
But when fortune favored him, Mr. Gallivant didn't bother with musty old law books.
He put his soul into it, and when Mr. Gallivant's soul got into anything it straightway began to hum.
Mr. Gallivant's soul was in many respects similar to a Corliss engine.
Mr. Gallivant slid into his overcoat, prinked up his scarlet tie, and walked breezily into Wall Street.
"Oh, I've been around," answered Mr. Gallivant, with a general wave of the hand.