Viviette, coming in later in hat and jacket, found him busily writing.
He looked up at her admiringly as she stood against the background of
light framed by the great French window.
"Am I presentable?" she asked, with a smile, interpreting his glance.
"Each modification of your dress makes you seem more bewitching than the
last."
"I trimmed this hat myself," she said, coming into the room, and
looking at herself in a Queen Anne mirror on the wall.
"That's why it's so becoming," said Austin.
She wheeled round on him with a laugh. "You really ought to say
something cleverer than that!"
"How can I," he replied, "when you drive my wits away?"
"Poor me," she said. And then, suddenly, "Where's Dick?"
"What do you want Dick for?"
"He promised to take me for a drive." She consulted the watch on her
wrist. "It's past eleven now."
"I'm afraid poor Dick is rather upset. He seems to have been counting on
being nominated to stand for the Rural District Council, and the
imbeciles invited me instead.
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