There was silence for a moment.
Then Malva asked him,
“Are we really to be married in Dakar?”
“I cannot think of a better place where no one will be that interested and the Priest will know our names but not our titles,” Royden answered.
Malva moved a little closer to him.
“You think of – everything,” she sighed.
“I think of you,” he replied, “as I do now and will always do in the future. But we will leave here tomorrow and have our honeymoon in other parts of the world where golden-haired women are not so valuable.”
Malva laughed.
“You make it sound so funny, but I was absolutely petrified.”
“Of course you were, my precious darling,” Royden sympathised. “If I had not been able to rescue you, I think I would have killed that ghastly Vizier.”
“I still cannot believe it that you de
