Chapter SevenJenkins had excelled himself in his efforts to provide them with a delicious meal and Lord Castleford had brought aboard with him a golden wine that tasted like liquid sunshine.
It was, however, difficult for Yamina to think of anything but the man sitting opposite her, knowing when their eyes met it seemed as if the world stood still.
She wondered how she had ever thought him aloof and indifferent.
Now he seemed to her to vibrate with feeling and his voice had a new depth and warmth that had not been there before.
She had never imagined that it was possible to feel as she did and to know a new awareness which seemed to seep through her body and make her feel as if she had never been alive before.
She had dreamt of being in love, in Russia. Love was a part of living – the
