“Tell me more! Tell me everything you think I ought to know,” she said to Captain Aznar when she found him waiting for her in the Admiral’s cabin.
It was far more comfortable than Anastasia had expected, and, as they settled themselves in two velvet covered armchairs that were battened to the floor and faced each other across a table that was fixed in the same way, she saw the irrepressible admiration in Captain Aznar’s eyes.
“I thought that after such a rough night, ma’am,” he said, “you would not brave the elements this morning.”
“Was it worse last night than the night before?” Anastasia enquired.
“One of the Officers has just told me that he thinks the storm has blown itself out, but it was exceedingly unpleasant after midnight.”
Anastasia looked embarrassed.
“I am almost ashamed
