Six weeks later, the massive steam horn blew as the ship docked at London. Mikael and Julia stepped down the gangplank together arm in arm.
‘Where should we deliver the luggage Sir?’ Asked the porter standing at the bottom of the steps. Julia handed him a piece of paper with her address on it.
‘Take it all there.’ She said.
‘All of it, and the dog miss?’
‘All of it and the dog.’ She confirmed.
‘Are you sure you uncle won’t mind me staying there?’ Mikael asked.
‘Of course he won’t mind, he has a huge house and plenty of spare rooms. He has been lonely since my aunt died living alone there and loves company. You will love my uncle he has a great sense of humour.’ Julia giggled as she squeezed Mikael’s arm.
‘I hope he keeps his sense of humour when I ask him if I can marry you.’