“My dear people,” she said, smiling. “The war has spread to Moulsford. There’s nothing in the house for dinner. There’ll be heaps to-morrow, but none to-night.”
“I’ll go down to the river and angle for a roach,” said Colonel Barrington.
“Or else come with me to town and dine at the Carlton. I’ll take you all in the Rolls-Royce. It will be a lovely run back.”
“But, my dear, it’ll be joy-riding!” cried Mrs. Barrington.
“It will be indeed,” said Lady Edna.
“But suppose we’re held up?”
“I’ll say I have to see my husband on important political business.”
“And I’m a soldier on active service,” said Colonel Barrington, “and must be fed.”
“You don’t mind, do you?” asked Lady Edna.
Mind? Not they. What could be pleasanter on a perfect summer night? Besides, they had not tasted the guilty s
