I said yesterday that it was
great fun being a woman. I find it's a d.d.d.d. imposition!"
"For heaven's sake, child, make up your mind quickly," said Katherine.
Viviette sighed. Which should it be? Dick, with his great love and rough
tenderness and big, protecting arms, or Austin with his conquering ways,
his wit, his charm, his perception? Austin could give her the luxury
that her sensuous nature delighted in, social position, the brilliant
life of London. What could Dick give her? It would always be a joy to
dress herself for Austin. Dick would be content if she went about in
raiment made of dusters and bath towels. In return, what could she give
each of these men? She put the question to herself. She was not
mercenary or heartless. She gave of herself freely and loved the giving.
What could she give to Austin? What could she give to Dick? These
questions, in her sober mood, weighed the others down.
When the rain ceased and a pale sun had dried the gravel, she went out
into the grounds by herself and faced the problem.
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