Chapter SixI liked Melbourne. It was the closest thing to a home I had. There was fashion to be had there, and the stink of a big city, and the press of crowds, and the impossibility of ever quite knowing it as well as one would like. Lizzie called it Bearbrass, and Patrick called it many less affectionate names, but even he had found his place in the queen of the antipodes.
Although I half hated myself for doing it, I wrote to Patrick and advised him to sell his hotel and re-join his parents in Tasmania. I asked him to advise Fei Fei similarly (if he happened to be in touch with her, as I suspected), and Jenny too. Jenny was a thief and a rapscallion, and she deserved prison as much as I did, but she had dozens of urchins under her own version of guardianship and I hated to think what wo
