“That was sensible,” Lord Kenington murmured.
“Yes, but he found out where I was sleeping and knocked on the door. He made such a noise that some of the nearby passengers complained and this morning I had to apologise to them.”
“So you thought I would be able to protect you from this man.”
“Because you are so important,” the girl replied, “I felt, if he saw you talking to me, he would keep away.”
“You cannot be sure of that. I suggest you tell me what your name is and if you know the name of this man who is being so tiresome.”
“I am sorry, my Lord. I should have introduced myself when I was brave enough to speak to you.”
“Well, you can be brave again now,” he smiled.
“My name is Aisha Warde, and my father is Major Harold Warde, who is serving in India at the moment.”
Lord Kenington
