CHAPTER SEVENIt took Kelvin and Vasila some time to come back to reality.
When eventually they did, he said,
“Now, my darling, we have to think very seriously of what we have to do.”
“I still don’t understand,” Vasila asked. “How can you now say you will marry me when you were so certain – that you could not?”
She was looking radiant, but she hesitated over the words and Kelvin knew she was terrified that it was all an illusion.
“I have just learnt,” he said quietly, “that my uncle, the Duke of Longridge and his two sons and heirs, have all been drowned and I am now the sixth Duke.”
“A Duke!” Vasila exclaimed. “Oh, my darling, just how wonderful! And that is why you now think you can – marry me.”
“There is a great difference,” Kelvin said, “between being asked to be the wife of a
