Entry-Nine
This will, I know, come as strange to those of you who eventually read this journal. But, after having my behaviour with the young Choudhary girl witnessed by my neighbour and former - very former – admirer, Mrs Mapplethorpe, I began to long for the ship to make its temporary berth in Madras. Despite what I knew with certainty awaited me there.
My life on board, you understand, had become a hell of humiliation.
Between being seen to run around and dance attendance upon the two Indian women of whom it was obvious to my fellow travellers that I was in some kind of… thrall… Mrs Mapplethorpe’s unwillingness to remain silent – not that I found myself able to ask her to do so – on the events she had seen in my stateroom and my position at the feet of Padma Choudhary had ensured I t
