Chapter FourLatonia tossed and turned on her bed and found it impossible to sleep once they had passed through the Suez Canal and into the Red Sea.
It had become almost unbearably hot and she found herself longing all through the day to be up on deck and hoping that there would be a cool breeze blowing under the awning.
But Lord Branscombe had set a pattern for their days from which she thought that even a typhoon would be unable to dislodge him.
They walked round at seven o’clock in the morning, before breakfast, keeping to the top deck where it was less likely that there would be other passengers.
The people they did see were either not attractive or, Latonia thought, not interested in them. But she felt all the time that in his self-appointed rule as jailor Lord Branscombe watched h
