CHAPTER EIGHT
Prince Darius did not tell Avila what he had felt when he went to the British Embassy, as arranged only to find that she had already gone.
At first he could not believe it possible and said firmly to the butler,
“I think you must be mistaken. I understood that Her Royal Highness was leaving later this morning.”
“Her Royal Highness left the Embassy at eight thirty,” was the reply, “and I understand that the HM.S. Heroic sailed promptly at nine o’clock.”
If anyone had given him a body blow Prince Darius could not have been more stunned.
He had gone to bed thinking and believing that he had never been so happy.
He had found the one woman in his life, who was the wife who he had always sought.
Princess Marigold he was sure was completely and absolutely the other half of h
