Now Dick is frock-blind. Why is that?"
"He's a dear old duffer," said Austin.
"I don't think he's happy," said Viviette, who, in her feminine way, had
worked round to the subject of the interview.
"He did seem rather cut up about the stables," Austin admitted. "But the
things are an eyesore, and mother was worrying herself to death
about them."
"It isn't only the stables," said Viviette. "Dick is altogether
discontented."
Austin looked at her in amazement. "Discontented?"
"He wants something to do."
"Nonsense," he laughed, with the air of a man certain of his facts.
"He's as happy as a king here. He shoots and hunts--looks after the
place--runs the garden and potters about in his armoury--in fact, does
just what he likes all day long. He goes to bed without a care sharing
his pillow, and, when he wakes up, gets into comfortable country clothes
instead of a tight-fitting suit of responsibilities. For a man of his
tastes he leads an ideal existence."
He threw away the end of the cigarette he was smoking, as though to say
that the argument was finished.
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