Yes, gentlemen: said Philippa impatiently, and seizing a stout wooden heading axe, let it fall on the next person who passed. It was Lymond. He dropped to his knees, his hands covering the nape of his neck, his skin flushed with laughter. Philippa, lowering the axe, said, 'I have never in the whole of my life seen you laugh before.' He looked up at the red sock, still gasping. 'Now that,' he said, 'is ridiculous. Although, now you mention it, I didn't laugh last time it happened. Hit d'Harcourt on the head and see if he laughs.