I have
preached and expounded the whole matter and the conclusion thereof"--
"You needn't go on.
preached and expounded the whole matter and the conclusion thereof"--
"You needn't go on.
Kipling - Poems
Collectively, they're just
a mob of Anglo-Indians. Who cares for what Anglo-Indians say? Your salon
won't weld the Departments together and make you mistress of India,
dear. And these creatures won't talk administrative 'shop' in a
crowd--your salon--because they are so afraid of the men in the lower
ranks overhearing it. They have forgotten what of Literature and Art
they ever knew, and the women"--
"Can't talk about anything except the last Gymkhana, or the sins of
their last nurse. I was calling on Mrs. Derwills this morning. "
"You admit that? They can talk to the subalterns though, and the
subalterns can talk to them. Your salon would suit their views
admirably, if you respected the religious prejudices of the country and
provided plenty of kala juggahs. "
"Plenty of kala juggahs. Oh my poor little idea! Kala juggahs in a
salon! But who made you so awfully clever? "
"Perhaps I've tried myself; or perhaps I know a woman who has.
I have
preached and expounded the whole matter and the conclusion thereof"--
"You needn't go on. 'Is Vanity. ' Polly, I thank you. These vermin--"
Mrs. Hauksbee waved her hand from the veranda to two men in the crowd
below who had raised their hats to her--"these vermin shall not rejoice
in a new Scandal Point or an extra Peliti's. I will abandon the notion
of a salon. It did seem so tempting, though. But what shall I do? I must
do something. "
"Why? Are not Abana and Pharphar"--
"Jack has made you nearly as bad as himself! I want to, of course. I'm
tired of everything and everybody, from a moonlight picnic at Seepee to
the blandishments of The Mussuck. "
"Yes--that comes, too, sooner or later, Have you nerve enough to make
your bow yet? "
Mrs. Hauksbee's mouth shut grimly.
a mob of Anglo-Indians. Who cares for what Anglo-Indians say? Your salon
won't weld the Departments together and make you mistress of India,
dear. And these creatures won't talk administrative 'shop' in a
crowd--your salon--because they are so afraid of the men in the lower
ranks overhearing it. They have forgotten what of Literature and Art
they ever knew, and the women"--
"Can't talk about anything except the last Gymkhana, or the sins of
their last nurse. I was calling on Mrs. Derwills this morning. "
"You admit that? They can talk to the subalterns though, and the
subalterns can talk to them. Your salon would suit their views
admirably, if you respected the religious prejudices of the country and
provided plenty of kala juggahs. "
"Plenty of kala juggahs. Oh my poor little idea! Kala juggahs in a
salon! But who made you so awfully clever? "
"Perhaps I've tried myself; or perhaps I know a woman who has.
I have
preached and expounded the whole matter and the conclusion thereof"--
"You needn't go on. 'Is Vanity. ' Polly, I thank you. These vermin--"
Mrs. Hauksbee waved her hand from the veranda to two men in the crowd
below who had raised their hats to her--"these vermin shall not rejoice
in a new Scandal Point or an extra Peliti's. I will abandon the notion
of a salon. It did seem so tempting, though. But what shall I do? I must
do something. "
"Why? Are not Abana and Pharphar"--
"Jack has made you nearly as bad as himself! I want to, of course. I'm
tired of everything and everybody, from a moonlight picnic at Seepee to
the blandishments of The Mussuck. "
"Yes--that comes, too, sooner or later, Have you nerve enough to make
your bow yet? "
Mrs. Hauksbee's mouth shut grimly.
