There was also an adjacent one that was turned into a sitting room for him.
His valet was opposite him on the same deck.
The Duke, in fact, had grown used, as had Lord Curzon, to being of such importance that he was treated like Royalty.
Now he had to prepare himself to be not only in a strange country he had never visited before, but also to be to his host, the Sultan, nothing more than a substitute for Lord Curzon.
He was quite certain that he would be treated hospitably and politely, but that was not the same as being the Duke of Inglebury.
All the same, even if he had to disguise himself as a streetsweeper or a rickshaw wallah, it would be better than finding himself inescapably tied by a golden ring to Lady Charlotte.
When he returned to England, there was, of course, always the
