"Why, Viviette, of course. She's the most fascinating thing I've come across for years."
"Do you think so?" said Dick shortly.
"Don't you?"
Dick shrugged his shoulders. Austin laughed.
"What a stolid old beggar you are. To you, she's just the same little girl that used to run about here in short frocks. If she were a horse you'd have a catalogue yards long of her points."
"But as she's a lady," said Dick, tugging his moustache, "I don't care to catalogue them."
Austin laughed again. "Fairly scored!" He raised his cup to his lips, took a sip, and set it down again.
"Why on earth," said he with some petulance, "can't mother give us decent coffee?"