Viviette

Chapter 16

"Yes," said d.i.c.k, staring in front of him and speaking in a dull, even voice. "We must hide that. It"s not a pretty thing to spread before a girl"s eyes. It will be always before my own--until I die. But she must be told that I can"t marry her. I can"t ride away and leave her in doubt and wonder forever and ever."

"Let us face this horrible night as best we can," said Austin. "Avoid seeing her alone. You"ll be with mother or packing most of the evening.

Slip away to Witherby an hour or so before your time. When you"re gone I"ll arrange matters. Leave it to me."

He made one of his old, self-confident gestures. But now d.i.c.k felt no resentment. His spirit in its deep abas.e.m.e.nt saw in Austin the better, wiser, stronger man.

At a quarter-past eight they went slowly downstairs to what promised to be a nightmare kind of meal. There would be four persons, Viviette, Katherine, and themselves, in a state of suppressed eruption, and two, Mrs. Ware and the unspeakable Banstead, complacently unaware of volcanic forces around them, who might by any chance word bring about disaster.

There was danger, too--and the greatest--from Viviette, ignorant of Destiny. Austin dreaded the ordeal; but despair and remorse had benumbed d.i.c.k"s faculties; he had pa.s.sed the stage at which men fear. With his hand on the k.n.o.b of the drawing-room door Austin paused and looked at him.

"Pull yourself together, man. Play your part. For G.o.d"s sake, try to look cheerful."

d.i.c.k tried. Austin shivered.

"For G.o.d"s sake, don"t," he said.

They entered the drawing-room, expecting to find the three ladies, and possibly Lord Banstead, a.s.sembled for dinner. To Austin"s discomfiture, Viviette was alone in the room. She rose, made a step or two to meet them, then stopped.

"What a pair of faces! One would think it were the eve of d.i.c.k"s execution, and you were the hangman measuring him for the noose."

"d.i.c.k," said Austin, "is leaving us to-night--possibly for many years."

"I don"t see that he is so very greatly to be pitied," said Viviette, trying in vain to meet d.i.c.k"s eyes. She drew him a pace or two aside.

"Did you read my note--or did you tear it up like the other one?"

"I read it," he said, looking askance at the floor.

"Then why are you so woe-begone?"

He replied in a helpless way that he was not woe-begone. Viviette was puzzled, hurt, somewhat humiliated. She had made woman"s great surrender which is usually followed by a flourish of trumpets very gratifying to hear. In fact, to most women the surrender is worth the flourish. But the recognition of this surrender appeared to find its celebration in a funeral march with m.u.f.fled drums. A condemned man being fitted for the noose, as she had suggested, a mute conscientiously mourning at his own funeral, a man who had lost a stately demesne in Paradise and had been ironically compensated by the gift of a bit of foresh.o.r.e of the Styx could not have worn a less joyous expression than he on whom she had conferred the boon of his heart"s desire.

"You"re not only woe-begone," she said, with spirit, "but you"re utterly miserable. I think I have a right to know the reason. Tell me, what is it?"

She tapped a small, impatient foot.

"We haven"t told my mother yet," Austin explained, "and d.i.c.k is rather nervous as to the way in which she will take the news."

"Yes," said d.i.c.k, with lame huskiness. "It"s on mother"s account."

Viviette laughed somewhat scornfully.

"I am not a child, my dear Austin. No man wears a face like that on account of his mother--least of all when he meets the woman who has promised to be his wife."

She flashed a challenging glance at Austin, but not a muscle of his grey face responded. Her natural expectations were baffled. There was no start of amazement, no fierce movement of anger, no indignant look of reproach. She was thrown back on herself. She said:

"I don"t think you quite understand. d.i.c.k had two aims in life--one to obtain a colonial appointment, the other--so he led me to suppose--to marry me. He has the appointment, and I have promised to marry him."

"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 d.i.c.k"s att.i.tude. What has he got to be miserable about? Tell me."

"But I"m not miserable, my dear Viviette," said poor d.i.c.k, 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 pa.s.sion. 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 a.s.severation of a lover"s rapture. The most closely-folded rosebud miss of Early Victorian times could not have faced the situation without showing something of the Eve that lurked in the heart of the petals. So much the less could Viviette, child of a freer, franker day, hide her just indignation under the rose-leaves of maidenly modesty.

"Happy!" she echoed. "I"ve known you since I was a child of three. I know the meaning of every light and every shadow that pa.s.ses over your face--except this shadow now. What does it mean?"

She asked the question imperiously, no longer the elfin changeling, the fairy of bewildering moods of Austin"s imagination, no longer the laughing coquette of Katherine"s less picturesque fancy, but a modern young woman of character, considerably angered and very much in earnest.

Austin bit his lip in perplexity. d.i.c.k looked around like a hunted animal seeking a bolting-hole.

"d.i.c.k is anxious," said Austin, at length, seeing that some explanation must be given, "that there should be no engagement between you before he goes out to Vancouver."

"Indeed?" said Viviette. "May I ask why? As this concerns d.i.c.k and myself, perhaps you will leave us alone for a moment so that d.i.c.k may tell me."

"No, no," d.i.c.k muttered hurriedly. "Don"t leave us, Austin. We can"t talk of such a thing now."

Again she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Yes, now. I"m going to hear the reason now, whatever it is."

The brothers exchanged glances. d.i.c.k turned to the window, and stared at the mellow evening sky.

Austin again was spokesman.

"d.i.c.k finds he has made a terrible and cruel mistake. One that concerns you intimately."

"Whatever d.i.c.k may have done with regard to me," replied Viviette, "I forgave him for it beforehand. When once I give a thing I don"t take it back. I have given him my love and my promise."

"My dear," said Austin, gravely and kindly. "Here are two men who have loved you all your life. Don"t think hardly of us. You must be brave and bear a great shock. d.i.c.k can"t marry you."

She looked at him incredulously.

"Can"t marry me? Why not?"

"It would be better not to ask."

She moved swiftly to d.i.c.k, and with her light touch swung him round to face the room.

"I don"t understand. Is it because you"re going out into the wilds?

That doesn"t matter. I told you I would go to Vancouver with you. I want to go. My happiness is with you."

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