CHAPTER FIVEIt was rather rough when The Thistle started off on the return voyage South.
Rock then realised that he was cutting things fine.
If they were delayed, he would not arrive until late in the evening before his wedding.
It was his mother who tidied everything up.
“Tell me, my darling, where are you spending your honeymoon?” she had asked him the day before.
Rock had looked blank.
“I haven’t really thought about it – ”
His mother gave a cry.
“But the poor girl has to pack her trousseau and she will not know if you are going out in the desert, walking on the moors or being smart in some Continental City.”
Rock thought for a moment and then, as he expected his honeymoon to be extremely boring, he declared,
“Then we shall go to Paris. After all there is always music at the O
