From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be speaking the truth.
to be speaking the truth.
Kipling - Poems
Mrs.
Boulte hates
Mrs. Vansuythen because she has taken Ted from her, and, in some curious
fashion, hates her because Mrs. Vansuythen--and here the wife's eyes see
far more clearly than the husband's--detests Ted. And Ted--that gallant
captain and honorable man--knows now that it is possible to hate a woman
once loved, to the verge of wishing to silence her forever with blows.
Above all, is he shocked that Mrs. Boulte cannot see the error of her
ways.
Boulte and he go out tiger-shooting together in all friendship. Boulte
has put their relationship on a most satisfactory footing.
"You're a blackguard," he says to Kurrell, "and I've lost any
self-respect I may ever have had; but when you're with me, I can
feel certain that you are not with Mrs. Vansuythen, or making Emma
miserable. "
Kurrell endures anything that Boulte may say to him. Sometimes they are
away for three days together, and then the Major insists upon his
wife going over to sit with Mrs. Boulte; although Mrs. Vansuythen has
repeatedly declared that she prefers her husband's company to any in the
world.
From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be speaking the truth.
But of course, as the Major says, "in a little Station we must all be
friendly. "
THE HILL OF ILLUSION
What rendered vain their deep desire?
A God, a God their severance ruled,
And bade between their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
--Matthew Arnold.
HE. Tell your jhampanis not to hurry so, dear. They forget I'm fresh
from the Plains.
SHE. Sure proof that I have not been going out with any one. Yes, they
are an untrained crew. Where do we go?
HE. As usual--to the world's end. No, Jakko.
SHE.
Mrs. Vansuythen because she has taken Ted from her, and, in some curious
fashion, hates her because Mrs. Vansuythen--and here the wife's eyes see
far more clearly than the husband's--detests Ted. And Ted--that gallant
captain and honorable man--knows now that it is possible to hate a woman
once loved, to the verge of wishing to silence her forever with blows.
Above all, is he shocked that Mrs. Boulte cannot see the error of her
ways.
Boulte and he go out tiger-shooting together in all friendship. Boulte
has put their relationship on a most satisfactory footing.
"You're a blackguard," he says to Kurrell, "and I've lost any
self-respect I may ever have had; but when you're with me, I can
feel certain that you are not with Mrs. Vansuythen, or making Emma
miserable. "
Kurrell endures anything that Boulte may say to him. Sometimes they are
away for three days together, and then the Major insists upon his
wife going over to sit with Mrs. Boulte; although Mrs. Vansuythen has
repeatedly declared that she prefers her husband's company to any in the
world.
From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be speaking the truth.
But of course, as the Major says, "in a little Station we must all be
friendly. "
THE HILL OF ILLUSION
What rendered vain their deep desire?
A God, a God their severance ruled,
And bade between their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
--Matthew Arnold.
HE. Tell your jhampanis not to hurry so, dear. They forget I'm fresh
from the Plains.
SHE. Sure proof that I have not been going out with any one. Yes, they
are an untrained crew. Where do we go?
HE. As usual--to the world's end. No, Jakko.
SHE.
