Because she was so pleased to be on the yacht, the question had not arisen for the moment and she was also certain that the yacht would reach England quicker than the British Steamer, which would undoubtedly stop at Naples, Marseilles and Gibraltar.
But she had not anticipated or expected to visit Fez.
If the Earl lingered there for some time, she would have to think of a good reason why she should pay a visit the British Embassy.
She could not help thinking as her old Nanny had always said – ‘one lie leads to another,’ although Dalma had not exactly lied.
She was just pretending to be someone she was not.
It was obvious there would be complications, but for the moment she was content to enjoy the sunshine.
And to know that she and Twi-Twi, who, of course, was at her heels, were safe
