But
the hour was too delicate. As yet nothing was demanded. All was given.
Her woman's vanity blossomed deliciously in the atmosphere of a man's
love. Her heart had not yet received the inevitable summons to respond.
She left it, careless in the gay hands of summer.
When they drew up before the front door of Ware House he lifted her from
the dog-cart and set her laughing on her feet.
"How strong you are," she cried.
"I'm not a giant, like Dick," said he, "but I'm strong enough to do what
I like with a bit of a thing like you."
She entered the hall and glanced at him provokingly over her shoulder.
"Don't be too sure of that."
"Whatever I like," he repeated, striding towards her.
But Viviette laughed, and fled lightly up the stairs, and on the
landing blew him an ironical kiss from her finger tips.
When Viviette came down for lunch, she found Dick awaiting her in the
hall. With a lowering face he watched her descend and, his hand on the
newel, confronted her.
"Well?" said he indignantly.
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