"I know I'm not clever. I know I can't talk to you
as sweetly as other people; but I'm not a dog, and I deserve some
consideration. Perhaps, after all, I might have the brains to jest and
toss about words and shoot off epigrams. I'll try, if you like. Let us
see. Here. A man who entrusts his heart to a woman has a jade for his
banker. That's devilish smart, isn't it. Now then--there must be some
repartee to it. What is it?"
Viviette looked at him proudly, and moving in the direction of the
morning-room door, said with much dignity:
"That depends on the way in which the woman you are talking to has been
brought up. My repartee is--good morning."
Dick, suddenly repentant, checked her.
"No, Viviette. Don't go. I'm a brute and a fool. I didn't mean it.
Forgive me. I would rather go on the rack than hurt your little finger.
But it maddens me--can't you believe it? It maddens me to see Austin--"
She broke into a little laugh and smiled dazzlingly on him.
"I do believe you're jealous!" she interrupted.
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