CHAPTER SEVENAfter dinner Robin took Harriet for a stroll on deck under the stars leaving the other two behind.
“Did you hear their conversation?” Martina exclaimed, exasperated.
“I heard” replied Hugh, “but I am sure I don’t know what there was to annoy you.”
“If you believe that young man loves flowers you will believe anything,” she declared. She imitated Robin mockingly. ‘Come and see my mother’s garden and I adore primroses.’ Honestly!”
Hugh grinned.
“Unlikely as it sounds, it’s all true. His mother does have a wonderful garden. And since he is devoted to his mother he has really learned a great deal from her. He knows plants and loves them. I promise you there is more to Robin than the rather shallow young man he may seem at first.”
“Indeed? Well, you know him much better than
