The wind coming from the sea was cold, the rain was beating down and Bertilla felt herself shiver.
Yet she did not feel so despairingly alone as she had expected.
It was because, although it seemed absurd, Lord Saire was aboard and he had been kind to her, very kind, when she had been in trouble.
*
Lord Saire, as it happened, was surveying his cabin and adjacent private sitting room with a sigh of relief.
He had got away from London without Lady Gertrude being aware that he was leaving and he had avoided what he knew would have been an uncomfortable and dramatic scene.
He told himself as he had done before that he had become far too involved.
What he had intended to be a light frothy affair, a game played by two people who knew and understood the rules, had in fact become far too se
