There was a determination in her voice that Sir Wolfe did not miss.
*
The villa was everything that Iola had expected, only much more so.
Situated behind Monte Carlo high up in the hills, the view was fantastic, the garden a dream of delight.
She thought as soon as the yacht was moored in the harbour beneath the town of Monte Carlo that she had stepped into a fairyland that she had always wished to see.
She had always believed that the description of the blue of the Mediterranean must be exaggerated, but she found it really was the blue of the Madonna’s robe and the mountains behind the Principality were silhouetted against the blue sky and the sun seemed more golden than any sunshine she had known before.
“It’s lovely! Lovely!” she exclaimed, as she and Lucy stood on deck and watche
