The sea was lapping quietly against the shore and it was impossible to believe that it could ever be wild enough to sink a ship and put lives at risk. The local people would have told Viola and David that these signs were deceptive, that there was a great deal of bad weather to come later that day, but at the moment it was warm and fine. Viola had spent a restless night tossing and turning, worrying about how soon an opportunity would arise when she could tell the Duke she was no longer poor like him, but together with David was the owner of a vast fortune. Unable to sleep she climbed out of bed and gazed out of her window at the moonlit landscape. She decided that after dinner that evening would be the best time for the face to face she dreaded so much. She would ask for a private word with the Duke in his study and confess to him that she had kept the change in her circumstances secret.
