Chapter SevenBy the time they reached Calcutta, Solita was more and more in love.
She was also day by day becoming more and more frightened.
She lay awake at night thinking that the Princess would never forgive the Duke if she knew he had gone to India instead of France.
And, if she had the least suspicion that he was in love with somebody else, she would do everything to avenge herself.
‘What can I do?’ Solita asked over and over again in the darkness of her cabin.
Even her prayers seemed to receive no answer.
Finally, because she felt the Duke was not taking the situation as seriously as he should, she asked Higgins to bring her up one of her trunks.
In it she had packed when she left Italy all the little souvenirs she had left of her mother’s.
Among them there was a small revolv
