Chapter 4Ola was sitting on her bed, an expression of despair on her face.
She had learnt from the Steward that The Sea Wolf would dock in Plymouth either tonight very late or first thing in the morning, depending on the wind and the tides.
In the last twelve hours she had thought of nothing except how she could escape from the Marquis and prevent him from sending her ignominiously back to her stepmother.
She had been sensible enough not to rage at him when they had luncheon together, but instead to talk about the races and the horses that took part in them.
She realised he was surprised that she was not referring to what lay ahead, but, after a little stiffness at the beginning of the meal, he gradually relaxed and talked to her as if she was as knowledgeable as he was on the subject.
