CHAPTER FIVEThe sun was shining and the sea was glittering with its rays.
As they proceeded slowly down the coast of Africa, Royden insisted that they should stop at small bays where they could swim.
“I love the sea,” he said. “But, of course, you need not join me unless you really want to.”
Malva smiled at him.
“I enjoy the sea too,” she asserted. “I will race you the first time we find a place to do so.”
Royden thought that she was boasting.
He was most surprised when they had anchored and she began diving straight off the yacht into the sea.
He had been astonished when Malva appeared in a rather pretty bathing suit, but with nothing on her feet or her head.
He had never met a woman who was not fussing about her hair when she was at sea.
But Malva dived deeply into the water and
