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out to amuse and fascinate men and they do so with tremendous skill.”
    “Did you fall in love with a Japanese Geisha girl?”
    “That is the sort of question I never reply to. I will just say that they make every effort to please a man, while an Englishwoman expects a man to please her!”
    His eyes were twinkling as he spoke and she knew that he was just teasing her.
    “I can see I must take lessons in Japan if I am going to be a success,” she said.
    “I don’t think you need any lessons. Most men you meet will like you just as you are.”
    He thought as he spoke how very unspoilt she was and he was sure it was because that when she was at home she spent most of her time in the country.
    Although she had travelled a little with her father, she had apparently either been well protected from making contact with many young men or was too pre-occupied. In fact she was completely unspoilt and everything she said and thought came naturally and spontaneously to her.
    ‘She is certainly unique,’ he reflected. ‘I only hope that the Subalterns of the Army in India don’t spoil her.’
    When they went to their cabins after dinner, it was still quite early and Lord Kenington wanted to make notes of what he had heard from Aisha without her being aware of it.
    They said goodnight outside the door.
    “Thank you so much for a lovely day, my Lord, I have enjoyed every moment of it.”
    “Tomorrow we will be at Gibraltar,” he replied, “and I will take you ashore. You will see the monkeys that everyone wants to view and the shops, which I am always told are more attractive to women than anywhere else.”“I think actually I will prefer the monkeys,” Aisha replied, “but being greedy I want to see both.”
    Lord Kenington laughed and then he said,
    “Goodnight, Aisha, sleep well and don’t ruin your eyes by reading for too long.”
    “I will try not to and the same advice, of course, applies to you, my Lord. Goodnight and God bless you, as Mama used to say.”
    She entered her cabin as she spoke.
    Lord Kenington remembered it was what his Nanny had always said to him when he was a small child.
    He admitted to himself that he had enjoyed the day enormously and, if Aisha had not been there, he would have found no one to talk to and would doubtless have spent the day reading.
    ‘She is very intelligent,’ he told himself. ‘At the same time she has told me a lot of I wanted to know about her father. It will be easy when we reach Calcutta to get him to tell me a great deal more.’
    In her cabin, Aisha looked at herself in the mirror on the dressing table before she undid her gown.
    Lord Kenington had not complimented her on it, but she was sure by the way he looked at her when they met before dinner that he was impressed.
    He had not paid her any particular compliment and she was not certain what he thought where she herself was concerned.
    ‘I am very very lucky to have him being so kind to me.’ she thought. ‘I must be careful not to bore him or to cling to him so that he thinks that I am a nuisance.’
    He certainly seemed, she reflected, to have enjoyed her company today.
    Their conversation had been extremely interesting and she could only think with a shiver how different the day might have been if Mr. Watkins had been pursuing her.
    Slowly she took off her gown and slipped it onto its padded hanger that she had left on one of the chairs.
    She crossed the cabin to where in the corner there was a curtained place for longer gowns.
    Her day clothes fitted well into the cupboard which was on one side of the dressing table, but the curtained corner was, she had decided, best for her evening gowns as well as her overcoat.
    Then, as Aisha pulled back the curtain to place the hanger onto the rail, she gave a scream of horror.
    Hiding behind the curtain was Arthur Watkins!
    He stepped out smiling and crowed,
    “You thought you were free of me, pretty lady, but I don’t give up so easily.”
    As he spoke, he seized