CHAPTER FIVEThe next day at breakfast the Captain was given his orders to alter course and make as fast as possible for the West coast of Greece and the Gulf of Corinth.
Delia had been out of bed early and was watching the waves breaking over the bow.
She would have loved to visit Naples.
But at present Greece was the most compelling and she was sure it would fulfil her expectations in every way.
Over breakfast the Marquis, to tease her, suggested,
“I think really that you should have a look at Pompeii. After all it is one of the great sights of the world.”
She did not answer, but looked at him with pleading eyes.
“All right! All right! I am only teasing. We are heading straight for Greece and we will spend as long as we dare gazing at the Goddesses, who I find hard to believe w
