“What man?” Lord Saire enquired almost sharply.
“He – he is D-Dutch,” Bertilla said, “although I think he has some – Javanese blood in him, and he will not – l-leave me alone.”
Lord Saire said nothing and she gave a little cry as she went on with her hands clasped together,
“You will think I am an – i***t – as Mama always says I am – but I cannot avoid him – I spend nearly all my time in my – cabin – but – ”
Her voice died away, but she was obviously feeling for words and Lord Saire said quietly,
“What has happened?”
He knew instinctively without Bertilla telling him that matters had reached a climax.
“The last few nights – since we have been in the – Mediterranean, a – Steward has brought me – presents,” Bertilla replied, “chocolates and other things that you can – buy on board. I
