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But the choice would have to be made very soon, unless she sent both her lovers packing, a step which she did not for a moment contemplate. "You must promise to marry one or the other and end this tension," said Katherine, a little later, after the curate had gone with Mrs. Ware to look at her greenhouses. "I wish to goodness I could marry them both," said Viviette.
"Hallo, Banstead," said Dick, not very cordially. "Hallo," said the other, halting before the rose-bed, where Dick was tying up some blooms with bast. He watched him for a moment or two. Conversation was not spontaneous. "Where's Viviette?" he asked eventually. "Who?" growled Dick. "Rot. What's the good of frills? Miss Hastings." "Busy. She'll be busy all the morning."
She had known Viviette when she first came, with her changeling face, a toddling child of three, to the Manor House. She had grown up with the brothers. Until her marriage the place had been her second home. Her married life, mostly spent abroad, had somewhat broken the intimacy. But her widowhood after the first few hopeless months had renewed it, although her visits were comparatively rare.
"After all, what is the good of hiding it from him?" A laugh from Austin. "You think we ought to put him out of his misery at once?" It was real! Those two were talking in flesh and blood on the terrace. They were talking of him. His misery! That had but one meaning. And the devil laughed! Unconsciously his grip tightened on the butt of the pistol. He listened. "Yes," said Viviette.
With regard to Viviette I ought to have seen, but I didn't. I don't say you had no cause for jealousy but as God hears me all the little conspiracy to-day was lovingly meant all to give you pleasure. I swear it." Dick rose and stumbled about among the furniture.
What man ever does? He proclaimed the splendour of her idea. But how was it to be realised? "Send a long prepaid telegram to Lord Overton, of course," said Viviette triumphantly. "You forget the nearest telegraph office is at Witherby, seven miles off." "But Dick and I are going for a drive. I'll make him go to Witherby and I'll send the telegram. Write it."
Ware and the unspeakable Banstead, complacently unaware of volcanic forces around them, who might by any chance word bring about disaster. There was danger, too and the greatest from Viviette, ignorant of Destiny. Austin dreaded the ordeal; but despair and remorse had benumbed Dick's faculties; he had passed the stage at which men fear.
Viviette would stay at home for some little time; but she would be marrying one of these fine days a day which Austin had reasons for hoping would not be very remote. He would have to make Heaven knows what arrangements for Mrs. Ware and the general upkeep of the Manor House, while he was in London carrying on his profession. Decidedly, Dick had been a godsend, and his absence would be a calamity.
'But Swithin! she faltered; 'my letter to you our marriage! 'O yes, this marriage question, he added. 'I had not forgotten it, dear Viviette or at least only for a few minutes. 'Can you forget it, Swithin, for a moment? O how can you! she said reproachfully. 'It is such a distressing thing. It drives away all my rest! 'Forgotten is not the word I should have used, he apologized.
Viviette having repaired the disorder caused by her tears went down to tea. Mrs. Ware, Katherine, and a curate deliberately calling or taking shelter from the rain were in the drawing-room. Austin, to his mother's mild astonishment, had sent down a message to the effect that he was busy.
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