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But I wanted to see India. It was the grand adventure of my generation, and although my parents were<br />
quite tolerant for their time, even they would not allow their daughter to sail, as you say, halfway<br />
around the world to merely ride elephants and study Hinduism.” Geraldine’s mouth narrowed into a<br />
bitter little smile. “But they had every confidence in the fishing fleet, which had been designed for the<br />
transport of upper and middle class white women. The fleet promised safe passage, or at least as<br />
safe as that era allowed, and a host of acceptable chaperones. Far more than any of us would have<br />
liked, as it turned out.”<br />
“And what was Anthony Weaver doing on such a ship?” Rayley asked.<br />
“There were three types of passengers on board the Weeping Susan,” Geraldine said,<br />
leaning back. “We spinsters, of course. Dreadful word. And our chaperones, who were in many<br />
cases our age or even younger. You can imagine how that rankled. The chaperones were most<br />
frequently the wives of officers in the Raj, who lived in constant rotation between their duties to their<br />
husbands in India and the comforts of England. Those comforts in many cases included proximity to<br />
their children, who had most likely been sent home to boarding schools by the time they were six. No<br />
civilized person would attempt to educate a British child in India.”<br />
Geraldine sighed before continuing. “It is only in retrospect that I see how hard it must<br />
have been for the women. At the time it seemed as if marriage to an officer would be a madly<br />
exciting existence, certainly offering more variety and freedom than most wives enjoy. But through<br />
the years I have thought back on how they must have felt constantly torn between two places, ill at<br />
ease and guilty no matter where they happened to be. And ever in transit as well. For the journey<br />
was no easy matter in the fifties, before the canal on the Suez opened and steamers came widely into<br />
service. We sailed on clippers, if you can feature it, all around the base of Africa through the Cape of<br />
Good Hope. Passage took six weeks if luck was with you. Longer if the wind died.”<br />
“Six weeks?” Tom said in horror. “Even the grandest of adventures tend to wear thin<br />
after two.”<br />
“Indeed,” said Geraldine, smiling at her grand-nephew. “My point exactly.”<br />
“You said there were three categories of passengers sailing,” Trevor reminded her. “Yet<br />
you only spoke of the spinsters and their chaperones.”<br />
“The third group was a handful of British officers,” Geraldine said. “Reporting to their<br />
posts, returning home again, going back and forth on leave. Anthony, in fact, was traveling to rejoin<br />
his regiment in Bombay.”<br />
“Six weeks is a long time for a party of strangers to be cooped up together in tight<br />
quarters,” Tom said. “I imagine the ship would come to seem like a world unto itself. Quite apart<br />
from your real lives, wherever they lay, with all sorts of romances, feuds, and complications erupting<br />
among the passengers.”<br />
“But the trip may also have offered an unaccustomed burst of freedom for everyone<br />
aboard,” Emma said, further expanding on Tom’s thought. “The men about to take up military posts,<br />
the married women in respite between their own demanding roles as wives and mothers. And the<br />
unmarried ones…most of them away from the restraints of their parents for the first time, I’d<br />
imagine.”<br />
“You imagine quite correctly, both of you,” Geraldine said. Her eyes had taken on a<br />
dreamy look as she still gazed into the glow of the candles. “Life on board created the most dreadful<br />
ennui and claustrophobia, day after day all the same, and yet at times there were these moments of<br />
mad gaiety, for each of us was determined to seize her small pleasures wherever she could. A world<br />
into itself, just as Tom said. A world which we all knew would cease to exist the moment the ship