CHAPTER TENThey all awoke to find that the ship had already docked and before them lay the beautiful city of Athens, while in the distance they could just make out the Parthenon.
The Purser’s Office had already received tickets for the dinner and ball that evening and the Marquis hastened to secure three, insisting that Mr. Freeman, as he persisted in calling him, was a guest.
Since this was precisely the kind of cover Lexia wanted, she said nothing, but she wished that the Marquis’s manner was less forbidding.
In her mind she was calling him ‘the Marquis’ again. Somehow ‘Frank’ no longer seemed appropriate to this coolly dignified man.
One thing was certain – whatever she had hoped to say to him last night would have to wait.
About twenty of the ship’s passengers were to attend the b
