CHAPTER SEVENOrlina awoke and knew that she had been dreaming about the Earl.
For a few moments she lay still thinking how in her dream he had kissed her.
A little quiver ran through her and she remembered that she had saved him from the dangerous Russians.
He was alive and he might at this moment have been tortured by the Russians or perhaps dead.
‘I saved him, I saved him,’ she told herself and she felt her love for him surge over her like a tidal wave.
Then she turned to look at the clock on the table beside her.
The sun was now seeping through the sides of the curtains that covered the portholes and there was enough light to see the hands on the gold clock.
For a moment she just stared at it in astonishment. It was nearly twelve o’clock.
How was it possible that she had slept f
