Almost as if she guessed what Lorna was thinking, Dana's eyes filled with tears.

'No
matter what differences there are between one race and another, they become
unimportant when love steps in. Until I met your brother I had forced myself to
accept
Khalid's wishes for me to remain with Hassan. But once I knew the meaning of true
love
I would have given up everything for Allaneverything except my baby. Yet
sometimes
the thought of living like this for the rest of my life is more than I can bear. If only
Khalid would agree to help me I know he could persuade Hassan to divorce me and
let
me keep Amina.'
'But he won't help you,' Lorna stated flatly. 'He's made that quite clear.'
Dana gave a deep sigh. 'Khalid doesn't believe in love. Until he knows for himself
how it can tear at the heart.
'I doubt if he ever will,' Lorna replied, and then deliberately changed the subject, so
that by the time the two men came into the room they were composedly talking about
clothes.
But as she lay in bed later that night, Lorna's thoughts again turned to Khalid and his
country. With all the wealth Kuwait had, it seemed reasonable to suppose that as it
developed technically it would also develop intellectually, and would allow its women
the same progress. But this might take another twenty years, and girls like Dana and
probably Amina too, would have to content themselves with a restricted existence.
They
would be cosseted like dolls and treated as if they had the same sense. She thought of
the life Dana had to lead and felt a great deal of sympathy for Khalid's British mother
who, had she gone to live in her husband's country, would never have been allowed
to
dine in a public place or be seen in mixed company.