Nanny was below, ensuring their trunks containing Henrietta’s wardrobe were delivered to the right cabin. Lord Radford had booked her passage on a ship that sailed only two days after the incident with Prince Vasily. Henrietta felt no sadness as she gazed at the Boston skyline. It was not her home and she had few friends. “Well, the cabins are fancy enough,” came Nanny’s voice. “No better than they should be for a Radford!” Henrietta’s father turned with a quick frown. “You are forgetting yourself, Nanny. Remember, that for the purposes of this voyage, she is not Henrietta Radford. She is Miss Harrietta Reed.” Nanny looked crestfallen. “Oh, dearie me, my poor old head.” He had decided that it would be best for Henrietta to travel incognito on the ship in order to avoid the kind of attentions that were driving her out of Boston.
