He scribbled
industriously, and when he had finished handed her the sheets.
"There!"
He fished in his pockets for money, but Viviette checked him. She was
the fairy godmother in this fairy tale, and fairy godmothers always held
the purse. She glanced again at her watch. It was ten minutes
past eleven.
"Perhaps he's waiting with the trap for me all the time. Au revoir."
"I'll see you off," said Austin.
They went together into the hall and opened the front door. The new
mare and the dog-cart in charge of the stable lad were there, but
no Dick.
"Where's Mr. Ware?"
"Don't know, miss."
Then the Devil entered into Viviette. There is no other explanation. The
Devil entered into her.
"We must get to Witherby and back before lunch. You drive me over
instead of Dick."
They exchanged glances. Austin was young. He was in love with her. Dick
had committed the unpardonable offence of being late. It would serve
him right.
"I'll come," said he, disappearing in search of cap and gloves.
Viviette went into the hall and scribbled a note.
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