The door slammed shut and Sita heard them put a bar across it, which sounded like a very heavy one.
Then, as she put her hands up over her eyes, she realised that she was trembling.
How could this have happened to her?
The more she thought about it, the more she realised that in a way it was understandable that the British who had had their own way in India for so long would dislike reforms however necessary they might be or whoever proposed them.
There must be many men like her uncle who had no wish for progress of any sort and would resent, as he did, any innovations, especially if they took any of his power or authority from him.
‘Of course Uncle Harvey is against the Bill,’ she thought, but added that if Wilfrid Blunt was for it then it must be wrong.
At the same time she was not
