CHAPTER FIVEThe next day dawned bright and clear with a calm sea. Moira awoke and, feeling disorientated, took several minutes to remember where she was.
At first, she thought she was still asleep and in a dream and then she realised that she was on board the Victorious bound for Tilbury and London.
With a chill, she remembered the previous day’s events and shuddered to recall how she had cast longing eyes in Stuart’s direction.
‘How could I be such a little fool?’ she asked herself. ‘Much as I am drawn to him, I must forget any such stupid ideas. He has not the financial wherewithal and that must be a man’s most potent attribute in order to qualify as a suitable husband.’
Moira entered the Saloon some twenty minutes later to be greeted by a generous spread for breakfast. Ewen was alre
