Viviette, going out last, looked up at him with one of her
witch's glances.

"Don't be very long," she said,

Before Austin could resume his seat Dick leaped up.

"Austin, look here; I've something to say to you."

"Well?" said Austin.

Dick pulled out a cigar, bit the end off, and finding that he had
ripped the outer skin, threw it angrily into the fireplace.

"My dear old boy," said Austin, "what in the name of all that's neurotic
is the matter?"

"I've something to say to you," Dick repeated. "Something that concerns
myself, my life. I must throw myself on your generosity."

Austin, his head full of philanthropy, thrust his hands into his pockets
and smiled indulgently on Dick.

"Don't, old chap, I know all about it. Viviette has told me everything."

Dick, his head full of passion, staggered in amazement.

"Viviette has told you?"

"Of course; why shouldn't she?"