Chapter SevenBettina awoke and for a moment she wondered where she was.
Then she heard the sea beating against the portholes and felt the roll of the yacht.
Yesterday the storm had been tumultuous and the Duke had insisted that she stay in bed, but now she thought that it was not as rough as it had been.
Thoughts passed drowsily through her mind.
Then she felt that there was something resting across her body and thought it was her husband’s arm.
Without opening her eyes she put out her hand to touch it and encountered something soft and woolly which was also lumpy.
A voice beside her said,
“A happy Christmas, my darling!”
She felt a glorious rapture rise within her as she opened her eyes to see the Duke looking down into her face with his lips very near to hers.
“A happy Christmas
