CHAPTER XIII

THE END OF A PERFECT DAY “Are you ready, Norah?” “Coming, Phil—half a minute!” Hardress, in riding kit, looked into the kitchen, where Norah was carrying on a feverish consultation with Miss de Lisle. “You’ll be late,” he said warningly. “Your father and Geoffrey have gone on.” “Will I truly?” said Norah distractedly. “Yes, Miss de Lisle, I’ll write to the Stores about it to-night. Now, what about the fish?” “Leave the fish to me,” said Miss de Lisle, laughing. “If I can’t manage to worry out a fish course without …