Her uncle’s lips were pressed together and she thought the reason why he did not wish to see the Viceroy or argue with him on the controversial Bill was that he believed it to be a lost cause.
Whatever the feeling of the English in India, the Viceroy meant to go ahead with the Bill and her uncle would perhaps be blamed for not having persuaded him to drop it.
“I will talk to the Resident today,” he said rising from the breakfast table, “and suggest that we leave the day after tomorrow.”
Sita gave a little cry that was almost that of an animal in pain.
As her uncle walked out of the room and closed the door sharply behind him, she knew that it would be quite useless to plead with him even on her knees to stay longer.
And once she had left India her last hopes of finding happiness again
