CHAPTER SEVENSpeeding Northward in the fast train from Calcutta, Vivian felt a sense of relief and of escape. Strangely enough the person she most wished to escape from of all that large boatload of people was not the Prince but Captain Alexander.
Lying still on her bed in her cabin where she had made herself a voluntary prisoner for the last few days, she had considered in detail the events that led up to her ill-fated dinner with the Prince.
She admitted honestly to herself that she was in a large part to blame for what had occurred.
While it did not alter her bitter and cynical emotions in any way towards mankind as a whole, nevertheless she was fully prepared to acknowledge that she had behaved ill-advisedly and indeed stupidly.
Disdain had replaced emotions of humiliation and ange
