CHAPTER IX

HOMEWOOD GETS BUSY “Good morning, Captain Hardress.” Hardress turned. He was standing in the porch, looking out over the park towards the yellowing woods. “Good morning, Miss Linton. I hope you’ll forgive me for being so lazy as to stay in bed for breakfast. You’ll have to blame your butler: he simply didn’t call me. The first thing I knew was an enormous tray with enough breakfast for six men—and Allenby grinning behind it.” “You stay in bed to breakfast here, or get up, just as you feel inclined,” Norah said. “Th…