CHAPTER SEVENAlthough she had hardly slept Anthea rose early the next morning. Wrapping herself in her dressing gown, she crept out on to the deck to view the scene.
The sun was already warm and it was to be another fine day, even though it was almost October.
‘I wonder if the Earl has docked yet?’ she said to herself, as she scanned the private yachts and steamships berthed in the harbour. ‘How I long to see him!’
Her thoughts returned to the subject of Linette and the deception she had asked her to engage in.
‘Although I have every sympathy with her situation – she is young and in love – I must not allow myself to be swayed from what I think is right. The Earl has charged me with being her chaperone and I must do so rigorously.’
She wondered just how she would break the news to L
