They went together into the hall and opened the front door. The new
mare and the dog-cart in charge of the stable lad were there, but
no Dick.

"Where's Mr. Ware?"

"Don't know, miss."

Then the Devil entered into Viviette. There is no other explanation. The
Devil entered into her.

"We must get to Witherby and back before lunch. You drive me over
instead of Dick."

They exchanged glances. Austin was young. He was in love with her. Dick
had committed the unpardonable offence of being late. It would serve
him right.

"I'll come," said he, disappearing in search of cap and gloves.

Viviette went into the hall and scribbled a note.

"Dear Dick,--You're late. Austin and I have the most important business
to transact at Witherby, so he's driving me over. We're preparing a
great surprise for you.--Viviette."

"Give this to Mr. Ware," she said to the stable boy as she prepared to
get into the dog-cart.

The boy touched his cap and ran to open the gate. Viviette lightly