Chapter three“I must go back to my own cabin.”
Rosemary Murray spoke softly and with infinite regret in her voice.
“That would be sensible,” Lord Saire agreed.
She stretched her arms out in a despairing gesture.
“God, how I hate being sensible. It is what I have to be all my life!”
She turned round to put her head on his bare shoulder as she said passionately,
“But I am not complaining. An interlude like this makes up for everything, even for the utter boredom that I shall find in Egypt.”
Lord Saire did not answer and after a moment she went on,
“If only I could come with you to Singapore and did not have to leave the ship at Alexandria.”
Her voice vibrated and with a little throb in it she added,
“Promise that you will not forget me. I shall be praying that we shall meet again s
