Chapter FourBettina awoke very early with a feeling that something wonderful was going to happen.
It was Wednesday, November 17th and it was impossible to believe that in London there would doubtless be a fog or the first snow of winter while everything outside her porthole was bathed in dazzling golden sunlight.
Every day that they had steamed down the Mediterranean nearer and nearer to Suez and she had felt more thrilled and more exhilarated with the anticipation of what lay ahead of her.
She had really paid little attention to what the other members of the Duke’s party were doing.
All she wished to do was to gaze at the Mediterranean, which was like the blue of the Madonna’s robe and to see sometimes a distant coastline and in the last few days to have her first glimpse of Africa.
