‘There must be some way they can reach his heart,’ Raina said to herself.
She only wished that her father was still alive, as he could talk to him man to man and make him understand.
‘You will have to help me now, Papa,’ she prayed as she walked to the window. ‘He has been away too long and has forgotten how much the English people look up to their elders and betters and, when they are as important as he is, rely on them.”
She had often talked to her father at night when she went to bed and now she felt as if she could reach him, as she looked out of the window at the unkempt garden.
The grass on the lawns had grown high and all the flowers had been overgrown by weeds. Then, as the sun was sinking low in the sky, the shadows cast by the trees and the fountain, which was not playing, gr
