Viviette's determination to hamper Swithin no longer had led her, as has

been shown, to balk any weak impulse to entreat his return, by forbidding

him to furnish her with his foreign address. His ready disposition, his

fear that there might be other reasons behind, made him obey her only too

literally. Thus, to her terror and dismay, she had placed a gratuitous

difficulty in the way of her present endeavour.

She was ready before Green, and urged on that factotum so wildly as to

leave him no time to change his corduroys and 'skitty-boots' in which he

had been gardening; he therefore turned himself into a coachman as far

down as his waist merely--clapping on his proper coat, hat, and

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waistcoat, and wrapping a rug over his horticultural half below. In this

compromise he appeared at the door, mounted, and reins in hand.

Seeing how sad and determined Viviette was, Louis pitied her so far as to

put nothing in the way of her starting, though he forbore to help her.

He thought her conduct sentimental foolery, the outcome of mistaken pity and

'such a kind of gain-giving as would trouble a woman;' and he decided

that it would be better to let this mood burn itself out than to keep it

smouldering by obstruction.

'Do you remember the date of his sailing?' she said finally, as the pony-

carriage turned to drive off.

'He sails on the 25th, that is, to-day. But it may not be till late in

the evening.' With this she started, and reached Warborne in time for the up-train.

How much longer than it really is a long journey can seem to be, was fully

learnt by the unhappy Viviette that day. The changeful procession of

country seats past which she was dragged, the names and memories of their

owners, had no points of interest for her now. She reached Southampton

about midday, and drove straight to the docks.

On approaching the gates she was met by a crowd of people and vehicles

coming out--men, women, children, porters, police, cabs, and carts.

The Occidental had just sailed.

The adverse intelligence came upon her with such odds after her morning's

tension that she could scarcely crawl back to the cab which had brought

her. But this was not a time to succumb. As she had no luggage she

dismissed the man, and, without any real consciousness of what she was

doing, crept away and sat down on a pile of merchandise.

After long thinking her case assumed a more hopeful complexion. Much

might probably be done towards communicating with him in the time at her

command. The obvious step to this end, which she should have thought of

sooner, would be to go to his grandmother in Welland Bottom, and there

obtain his itinerary in detail--no doubt well known to Mrs. Martin.




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