A Bottle in the Smoke: A Tale of Anglo-Indian LifeRae, Janet Milne
History
A Bottle in the Smoke: A Tale of Anglo-Indian Life
Rae, Janet Milne
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"Believe you are right, La'yer Rayner. I will say a word to one or two
of the Faithful and try to get them up to the scratch, as you say."
"A regular dressing down is what they need. And it will give Worsley and
that puppy, his sub., a scare into the bargain," said Rayner with a
malicious smile. He had been surprised that the rash granting of the
site for the mosque had not caused more acute trouble to the Collector
of Puranapore, and his malice now prompted him to wish that he should be
reprimanded or made to suffer in some way. There were possible ugly
aspects in the agreeing to that site which might be used to Mr.
Worsley's disadvantage, he thought with a gratified smile, though he did
not share these conclusions with his companion. A breaking of the peace
would do excellently well as a first move in the game.
On their arrival at Waller's, Zynool was so fascinated by the smart
mail-phaeton that he at once proposed taking it over there and then as
part payment of Rayner's debt to him. As his financial embarrassments
were pressing, Rayner decided to part with his once much-prized
possession, though he made it the occasion to ask the usurer for another
loan. To this the Mahomedan willingly agreed, though he demanded higher
interest. A cheque was transferred to Rayner's pocket which he went
forthwith to cash at the bank; while Zynool, with childish glee, made
arrangements with Waller for the sending of his latest possession to his
stables at Puranapore.
Hester seemed more disturbed by her husband's news regarding the sale of
his mail-phaeton than he expected.
"Surely it was too hurried a step to part with it like that," she
faltered, her home ideas being against such raw haste in an important
matter.
"How do you know I did it without premeditation? You women always jump
to such hasty conclusions! Let me tell you, Hester, it has been at least
four days simmering in my mind," returned her husband; then he stopped
and bit his lip. To be sure, he thought, he must tell his wife sooner or
later some tale about his quarrel with Truelove Brothers. That they were
cheating him out of his rights--that was how he would put it--but he
would not spoil the first day of his return by such communications. It
would surely impress her favourably, for the time being, that he had in
this self-sacrificing manner begun by abandoning one of his chief
luxuries.
Perceiving that she seemed to regret his self-denial, he set about to
make light of it, assuring her that with such a sweet wife he could
afford to dispense with bachelor delights. The load of misery which had
weighed him down so heavily these last days seemed already to be rolling
away as he sat by Hester's side in the drawing-room shut in from the
raging wind, and listened to her beautifully modulated tones as she read
aloud to him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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