CHAPTER EIGHTNext morning Linette breezed into Anthea’s cabin, oblivious to the consternation she had caused the previous afternoon.
“Oh, please don’t be cross with me!” cried Linette, as Anthea told her off for being so reckless. “Roberto and I had a wonderful time, do you not want to hear about it?”
“You don’t seem to understand, Linette. If you had not persuaded your father that Midshipman Jones had, in fact, accompanied you, then he would have been very cross with both of us if he had discovered the truth.”
“It was not a complete lie,” pouted Linette, twisting her gloves in her hand. “Midshipman Jones came as far as Roberto’s house and then left us. And after I left Roberto’s house, the driver was with me. So, you can see – I was not totally alone.”
“I fear you don’t understan
