Holding her head high because it gave her much needed confidence, she then walked slowly away from the yacht.
The carriage was waiting and the Steward put her case inside and, as she stepped in, she said,
“Tell the driver to go to Mayfair. I will give him the address when we get there.”
“Very good, miss,” the Steward replied.
“Thank you for all you have done for me,” Dalma went on, “it was a wonderful journey.”
She held out her hand and he shook it and bowed.
“It was a privilege to have you on board, miss.” She climbed into the carriage and he then closed the door and she waved as the horse moved off.
Only when they had gone for quite a distance could she no longer force herself to hold back the tears.
They had parted without any goodbyes and without even a touch of their hands.
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