"At any rate," said Austin, bidding him good-bye, "I can rely on you not
to breathe a word to anyone of what you've heard this evening?"
Banstead fingered his underfed moustache.
"I may be pretty rotten, but I'm not that kind of cad," said he. And he
went, not without a certain dignity.
Dick took Viviette's hand and kissed it tenderly.
"God bless you, dear. I'll remember what you've said all my life. I can
go away almost happy."
"You can go away quite happy, if you like," said Viviette. "Take me with
you."
"To Vancouver?"
Austin joined them. "It is impossible, dear," said he.
"I go with him to Vancouver," she said.
Dick wrung his hands. "But I daren't marry you, Viviette, I daren't, I
daren't."
"Don't you see that it's impossible, Viviette?" said Austin.
"Why?"
"I've explained it to Dick. He has hinted it to you. You're scarcely old
enough to understand, my dear. It is the risk you run."
"Such men as I can't marry," said Dick loyally. "You don't understand.
Austin is right.
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