A carriage took them to the Embankment near the Houses of Parliament where The Thistle was anchored.
They were piped aboard and then Captain Fortescue congratulated them on their wedding.
The Thistle moved out into midstream.
As soon as they were in the Saloon, Rock ventured uncomfortably,
“I must apologise to you for last night – ”
“Before we discuss anything,” Venetia interrupted, “I wish to inspect The Thistle. I have always been terribly interested in yachts and longed for my Papa to have one. Unfortunately Mama always hated the sea and therefore I have never been on one before.”
She paused and then added in a pleading manner,
“Please, please do show me your yacht. I am sure, being yours, it is most up-to-date.”
Rock laughed.
“There is nothing that will give me greater pleasur
