Chapter FiveThe Duke, watching the first rays of the sun sweeping away the darkness of the night, looked round from the bow to see that he was not the only person on deck.
Like a sportsman who sights a stag that he had been stalking for a long time he felt an irrepressible excitement as he realised that it was Princess Militsa who was walking towards the stern.
For the last few days he had veered between frustration and anger because, despite all he had said, she had not joined the party at meals or at other times.
He knew from Nancy Radstock that she had accepted the loan of an overcoat and other small necessities in return for needlework, which Nancy described as ‘absolutely fantastic’.
“I have never seen such tiny stitches or such exquisite work,” she told the Duke, “and I guessed b
