"I'll see you off," said Austin.
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."