“Well, I feel as if I never want to eat anything again,” Yvette replied, “and that is another reason why I think I must be in love.”
By the time they were through the Bay of Biscay and moving down the West coast of North Africa, Yvette was no longer thinking that she was in love.
It was obvious that she was from the brightness of her eyes and the radiance that seemed to emanate from her whenever she and Rémy Mendès were together.
Kelda gave up begging her to be careful and not to display her affections too obviously. It was a waste of words and she knew when Yvette came into her bedroom at one o’clock in the morning what had happened.
“I am engaged, Kelda! And Rémy and I are going to be married in Paris at Easter!”
Kelda gave a little gasp.
“But supposing Lord Orsett will not allow y
