Chapter SixLying awake as the steamer chugged its way through the night, Bertilla could think only of Lord Saire.
She imagined that she was close in his arms and felt herself thrill once again as his lips touched hers.
She was not conscious that the cabin, small and rather dirty, was stiflingly hot, she could not for the moment even feel afraid of what lay ahead.
She believed that, in leaving the man who had kissed her, she left behind her whole heart.
She knew that never again would she fall in love, she was sure that she was one of those women who would love once and once only in her life.
She could no longer picture in her mind some imaginary husband as she had done in the past, because as far as she was concerned there would forever and always be only one man in the whole world.
