Chapter eightTina stood at the window of her bedroom in Berkeley Square and watched an old man turning the handle of a hurdy-gurdy while a monkey in a red coat danced on the pavement and held out a minute cup towards those passing by.
It was a dull cloudy day and she felt that the weather matched her mood.
She tried to remember her first feelings of excitement when he had come to Berkeley Square, journeying from the North by herself and feeling, with the bravery of youth, quite unabashed at the hazards and difficulties of the journey and yet now, only a short time later, she was depressed and frightened not only of the future but of herself.
It had been an unpleasant journey from Wynch to Berkeley Square because the Dowager was in one of her moods, berating Abdul, finding fault with the
