"
"I know," said Austin, "but you must make allowances."
"If that's all you can say on behalf of your client," retorted Viviette,
"I rather wonder at your success as a barrister."
"Don't you think, my dear," said Austin gently, "that we are treading on
delicate ground?"
"Delicate ground!" she scoffed. "We seem to have been treading on a
volcano all the afternoon. I'm tired of it." She faced the two men with
uplifted head. "I want an explanation."
"Of what?" Austin asked.
"Of Dick's attitude. What has he got to be miserable about? Tell me."
"But I'm not miserable, my dear Viviette," said poor Dick, vainly
forcing a smile. "I'm really quite happy."
Her woman's intuition rejected the protest with contumely. All the
afternoon he had been mad with jealousy of Austin. An hour ago he had
whirled her out of her senses in savage passion. But a few minutes
before she had given him all a woman has to give. Now he met her with
hang-dog visage, apologies from Austin, and milk-and-water asseveration
of a lover's rapture.
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