"
"Have you your flask filled?" said that much-bepestered young man,
calmly turning to Lionel.
"Oh, yes, thanks."
"When you get to Invershin," his lordship continued, thoughtfully, "you
can telegraph to the Station Hotel at Inverness what you want for
dinner. No soup; I make it a rule never to take soup in a big hotel; a
friendly manager once warned me in confidence. You'll be glad to have a
bit of white fish after so much grilse and sea-trout."
"Oh, I'll take my chance," Lionel said; it was not dinner that was
occupying his thoughts.
There was a sound of horses' hoofs and carriage wheels; the wagonette
was being brought round to the front door.
"I consider it very shabby of Honnor not to have stayed to say
good-bye," Lady Adela said to her departing guest. "She might have given
up one morning's fishing, I think, especially as you have been such an
assiduous attendant--carrying her things for her, and keeping her
company on those long excursions--"
"Oh, don't be afraid," said Miss Georgie, with a bit of a covert laugh.
"Honnor won't forsake her friend like that. I'll bet you she won't be
far from the Horse's Drink when Mr. Moore has to cross the stream.
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