CHAPTER 6Camilla came on deck conscious that, while her new gown and high-crowned bonnet trimmed with ostrich feather tips were becoming, her face was pale and she had lines under her eyes.
She had cried herself to sleep the night before, feeling homesick and at the same time in the depths of despondency.
But she would not admit to herself that this could be entirely attributed to her passage of words with Hugo Cheverly.
She had woken feeling heavy-eyed and common sense had told her that she was making a mountain out of a molehill.
What did it matter what an obscure Englishman thought? He had merely been sent as an escort to convey her to her prospective bridegroom and his manner towards her had been reprehensible from the first moment they had met.
She could not believe that her futu
