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
Hester looked grave, and her lips parted as if she were about to speak.
Here surely was the opportunity for giving Mark some warning on this
point concerning which her husband had dwelt with such harsh words. The
ice had not been broken on the topic as yet, and she felt she must go
softly, all the more since Alfred was now seeming to belie his words and
proving an entirely gracious and helpful host; for she had not heard of
the episode of the homeward evening drive. It must surely have been only
a fit of passing petulance which had made Alfred speak so. It would be
worse than foolish in her to refer to the matter now, she decided, as,
after taking leave of Colonel and Mrs. Fellowes, they drove home to
baths and late breakfast.
* * * * *
"Here is a list I've been framing for you of important people you've got
to call on, Cheveril," said Mr. Rayner with a paterfamilias manner, as
he walked into the breakfast-room, evidently bent on initiating his
guest in all the intricacies of social procedure in Madras. "The
new-comer has to call first here, so you must positively leave cards at
all those houses, Government House included, since you are bent on
leaving us to-morrow."
"What a formidable array of names!" exclaimed Mark, raising his eyebrows
as he scanned the sheet. "Why, one would think you were going to put me
up for a constituency, Rayner, if there was such a thing in this part of
the world?"
"You may thank your stars, there is not, for then you might have to
canvass all the half-caste warrens, kiss babies as black as your boot,
_et cetera_. Thank goodness, Englishmen will never sink to that! No, the
constituency I desire you should cultivate is one of pure Englishmen.
I've only given you the names of socially desirable people. You must
plough through those calls, Cheveril, they are a sacred rite for the
new-comer. Great mistake not to leave your card on all big entertainers,
for instance! Puranapore is not so far off that you cannot respond to
every desirable invitation. The fair Miss Clarice will be sure to claim
you for her coming ball. In fact, I saw an invitation in her eyes,
mouth, and every feature of her face!" he added, with a laugh which
jarred upon Mark, who, though he was not what is called "a lady's man,"
and perhaps because he was not, possessed that innate chivalry for woman
which seemed to rise to the surface when the slightest note of
disrespect for them was sounded.
But truly, as Mark acknowledged to himself, Rayner was proving a most
painstaking host. He was actually pressing the use of one of his
carriages on his acceptance, and Hester assured him that the landau was
at his service, as she had duly responded to all social obligations,
having been, she laughingly assured him, kept up to the mark by her
husband.
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