Entry-Ten
I will never forget that morning.
My belongings were packed and I was sat dispiritedly upon a pile of cases in my cabin as I awaited the arrival of a porter to collect them. We were only hours away now from dropping-anchor in Madras, a destination that, had the voyage been of the usual variety, I would have been regarding as no more than another mildly interesting stop-off before we continued our journey deeper into the Southern Hemisphere. A port-of-call that appeared to me now as nothing short of a large and immovable full-stop that had arrived in the middle of both my voyage and my life.
Of course, I knew now, thanks to the ship’s library and my steward, the good Bennett, that I was not the weak and puling specimen I had at first considered myself to be when the woman’s dom
