CHAPTER FIVEThe waiter returned with champagne and they toasted each other courteously.
A silence fell. Venetia became aware that her new husband was looking at her intently. It was growing late and suddenly she could not meet his eyes.
“Well, madam?” he said.
“Do you think we could take a turn around the deck?” she asked. “I should like to look at the sea.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I believe we are expected to show ourselves, looking and behaving like a newly-married couple.”
Offering her his arm, he led her out of the suite and up to the main deck. As he had predicted the sight of them aroused much interest.
The night was velvety black around them, the darkness broken only by the lights from the ship, the stars and the full moon.
If she had married for love, she thought, this wou
