Zelina listened wide-eyed.
“And will Sir Henry – believe that – story?”
“He will believe me.”
“Yes – yes – of course and so I must tell the same – story when I do – arrive – in St. Petersburg.”
“Naturally,” Lord Charnock agreed, “and, as neither Sir Henry nor I can allow a young English lady to travel alone to Stockholm and certainly not on a Russian ship, we will arrange for you to transfer to the Royal Yacht Ischora.”
Zelina clasped her hands together.
“How can you be so – kind and so wonderful to – me? I was very – very frightened as to what would – happen to me when I was – alone.”
Lord Charnock knew that she was thinking of the man, Adamson, and he said sharply,
“Forget him! And tell nobody that you have been insulted in such a manner. They would not be sorry for you, but mere
