Anyway it was clearly better to wait and see what turned up.
The food that he was provided with in his cabin was good and the service supervised by Portman was excellent.
Yet, as soon as he was alone and his valet had retired for the night, Lord Harleston began to feel lonely and, as he had told himself with a twist of his lips, homesick for England.
Although he had been bored last night at Marlborough House, the picture that remained in his mind was of the beautiful women dancing beneath the crystal chandeliers and the men laughing at some witty saying by the Marquis de Soveral.
It now seemed infinitely preferable to setting off on what was an unwelcome adventure simply because he had been forced into it.
It was all Dolly’s fault and he thought that he would never forgive her for mak
