Chapter 41

Here, in his father's house, he felt oppressed by a cloying claustrophobia. Things were expected of him. He was the eldest son. It was his duty to see to the funeral arrangements.

He had expected that and had intended to delegate it to Jamil, who was far better suited to the task.

But it was becoming clear that far more was expected. His mother made it clear, more by her demeanour than by her words, that she expected him to take his place as the head of the family. There was talk of him taking a job in a government department. There were important people, friends of his father, who would support his application and ensure his rapid rise.

His protestations that he had important, unfinished work in England were waved aside as so much nonsense. Now his father was dying it was time to put aside the petty diversions with which he had been amusing himself. It was time to get on with his real life.