He left the cabin and Amina climbed into her bath.
The bathroom itself was very small, but she thought well-arranged and far more comfortable than some that she had experienced in the past.
She dressed herself in a light gown that had been inordinately expensive, but she thought that it was exactly what was necessary to wear at that moment.
Newman buttoned her up at the back and helped her on with her shoes.
“His Lordship’ll be in the Saloon now,” he told her, “and I hopes you’ll enjoy the breakfast the chef’s cookin’ for you.”
“I am sure that I shall and thank you very much, Newman,” Amina said.
“There be a slight swell now, but it ain’t too bad,” Newman informed her. “It looks to me as if your Ladyship be a good sailor.”
“And I am not going to boast one way or another,” Amina repl
