“Do tell me them,” he begged.
“Rule 1 is, ‘Bed at ten o’clock.’ That’s the one that may be broken when necessary. Rule 2 is, ‘Please do just what you feel like doing.’ That’s the one I won’t have broken—unless any one wants to do things that aren’t good for them. Then I shall remember that they are patients, and become severe.”
“But I’m not a patient.”
“No—but you’re tired. You’ve got to get quite fit. What would you like to do? Would you care to come for a ride?”
Hardress flushed darkly.
“Afraid I can’t ride.”
“Oh—I’m sorry,” said Norah, looking at him in astonishment. This lean, active-looking fellow with the nervous hands certainly looked as though he should be able to ride. Indeed, there were no men in Norah’s world who could not. But, perhaps——
“What about a walk, then?” she inquired. “Do you feel up to it?”
Again Hardress flushed.
“I thought your brother would have explained,” he said heavily. “I can’t do anything much, Miss Linton. You see, I’ve only one leg.”