He arranged her bath and then she climbed into bed and as she lay her head onto the pillow she realised how very tired she was.
At the same time she was still worrying over the Earl.
“I love – you. I love – you,” she whispered. “Please, God, let him – love me a – little bit.”
*
The Earl awoke and realised it was already eight o’clock in the morning and that he had been more exhausted than he thought.
He had slept all night, missing dinner, until it was breakfast time.
He was to learn later that Vanda and Charles had done the same.
The sun was streaming in through the portholes and although it seemed to make everything seem bright and happy, the darkness of Irene was still torturing his mind.
Once again the same question seemed to dance in front of his eyes.
‘What shall I do? What
