"I'd look after mother," said Viviette. "And you'd write me nice long letters, saying how you were getting on, and I would send you nice little bulletins, and we should all be very happy." "Do you want to get rid of me, Viviette?" "I want you to have your heart's desire." "You know what my heart's desire is," he said unsteadily. "Why, to raise sheep or drive cattle, or chop down trees in the backwoods," she replied, lifting demure eyebrows. "Oh, Dick, don't be foolish. See--there's mother just come out." With a light laugh she escaped and ran up the steps to meet an old lady, rather infirm, who, with the aid of a stick, was beginning to take her morning walk up and down the terrace. Dick followed her moodily. "Good morning, mother," said he, bending down to kiss her. Mrs. Ware put up her cheek, and received the salute with no great show of pleasure. "Oh, how you smell of tobacco smoke, Dick. Where's Austin? Please go and find him. I want to hear what he has to say about the stables." "What can he say, mother?" "He can advise us and help us to put the muddle right," said Mrs. Ware. These stables had been a subject of controversy for some time. The old ones having fallen into disgraceful disrepair, Dick had turned architect and erected new ones himself. As shelters for beasts, they were comparatively sound; as appanages to an Elizabethan manor-house, they were open to adverse criticism. Austin, who had come down from London a day or two before to spend his Whitsuntide holiday at home, had promised his mother to make inspection and report. "But what does Austin know about stables?" Viviette asked, as soon as Dick had slouched away in search of his brother. "Austin knows about everything, my dear," replied the old lady decisively. "Not only is Austin a brilliantly clever man, but he's a successful barrister, and a barrister's business is to know all about everything. Give me your arm, dear, and let us walk up and down a little till they come." Presently Dick returned with Austin, whom he had found smoking a cigar in a very meditative manner in front of the stables. Dick's face was gloomy, but Austin's was bright, as he came briskly up and, cigar in hand, stooped to his mother. She put her arms round his neck, kissed him affectionately, and inquired after his sleep and his comfort and the quality of his breakfast. "Doesn't Austin smell of tobacco smoke, mother?" asked Dick. "Austin," replied Mrs. Ware, "has a way of smoking and not smelling of it." Austin laughed gaily. "I believe if I fell into a pond you'd say I had a way of coming up dry." Dick turned to Viviette, and muttered with some bitterness: "And if I fell into a dry ditch she'd say I came up slimy." Viviette, touched by pity, raised a bewitching face. "Dry or slimy, you would be just the same dear old Dick," she whispered. "And what about the stables?" asked Mrs. Ware.