It was lucky that I was there, for I was able to see my uncle as he arrived, and forestall him before he did anything tactless. He was not a tactful man. We were meant to be dining with him that evening, but it was clear to me that he had thought it essential to come over as soon as possible to ensure that all was decent. Indeed, I thought wryly to myself, he was probably under strict orders to telephone through to Colombo with a full report.
He headed direct towards me across the deep grass the moment he heard my call. ‘You’re a terrible man.’ he said as he approached, thumping his knuckles against his forehead. ‘What have you been doing?’
‘Nothing, as far as I know. And I’m sleeping in the iron bed too. Why?’
‘I suppose they actually do sleep with each other?’
My mistake this time was even more disgraceful than the previous one. I should have told him to mind his own business; but he was a priest, and I was on the defensive, and I didn’t.