CHAPTER TENThe Earl urged the two rowers to make all haste as they ploughed on through the dark night. As he looked back, he could still see the lights of the Duke’s house, high up on the cliff.
“There rests a very worried woman,” he commented.
“Would that be Lady Wakefield, Miss Brookfield’s aunt?” asked Albert.
“Yes, it is. She is the one who invited her to India. Viola’s parents died recently and her mother was Lady Wakefield’s sister.”
“We had better find her, then, my Lord. You know how these Russkies can be dashed tricky.”
“I know,” he answered, grimly.
“You are thinking of that case we encountered when we first arrived in Mandavi – the diplomat’s daughter?”
The Earl nodded and how he hoped, with all his heart, that history was not about to repeat itself.
‘I wish I had told V
