CHAPTER EIGHTAfter that the voyage settled down to being leisurely and pleasantly uneventful.
But as they reached Marseilles there was an excitement of a most unexpected nature.
As the boat docked there was a cry of joy from Jane Stanton. Following her gaze, Rowena saw Frank Dillon, the man to whom Jane had been engaged, standing on the quay, his eyes searching the boat with painful intensity.
“It’s him!” Jane cried. “Oh Frank, darling!”
As soon as the gangplank was in place she flew down it and into Frank’s arms. The two of them stood there, locked in an embrace, while the others crowded to the side of the boat, smiling with pleasure, and exchanging knowing glances.
“Frank, Frank,” Jane wept. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Jane, my darling, please forgive me.”
“I have nothing to forgi
