Chapter Seven“Tomorrow,” the Marquis said to Valessa, “we go ashore at Marseilles.”
He did not say anything more.
The Steward was offering them a dish of more of the delicious food that they enjoyed every night.
Valessa felt as if she had stopped breathing.
She had been so happy for the last week as they had sailed round the end of Spain and into the Mediterranean.
The weather had been unprecedentedly warm for November and the sunshine made everything glitter with a golden aura.
The sea was calm and very blue, the colour of the Madonna’s robe.
To Valessa it was all so entrancing.
She found too that it was an excitement she had never anticipated to talk to the Marquis and to listen to him.
He could tell her so much that she wanted to know and she thought that it was like having an
