The dining room was always used as a waiting room. Larina would sometimes peep in to see the fashionably dressed women wearing sables and ostrich feathers in their hats turning over the magazines that were laid on the table every morning by one of the maids.
Sometimes they left behind an expensive fragrance and when they went from the dining room into her father’s consulting room she would hear the rustle of their silk petticoats under their full skirts.
Yes, they would definitely be shocked at her behaviour, but, as they would never know about it, why should she even think of them?
Wynstan, who had been half-inside the lower deck, pulled himself out to say,
“You will find some papers in a drawer in the cabin. Please bring them to me. There should be a plan of the boat somewhere amongs
