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
Though he had tacitly acquiesced in his wife's helping her friend in
what he called her "quixotic projects," he had taken no further
interest. It disturbed him not a little now to know that the meeting
might contain, his objectionable acquaintance, Leila Baltus, and sheer
alarm drove him to more indignant remonstrances than before. At length
he summoned his office-bandy, and at that unwonted hour ordered the
sleepy syce to light the lamps, and drove off to town, leaving his wife
in tears.
Hester, sorely vexed as she was, never for a moment contemplated
abandoning the project which she decided she was in duty bound to Mrs.
Fellowes, as well as to the Club girls, to carry out. Hurrying
up-stairs she counted her own little store which she had laid aside for
Christmas presents for those at home. It proved more than the required
sum.
When her landau appeared next forenoon to take her for a round of
visits, she told the syce to drive her instead to Waller's Stables,
where the hire of the required carriages was speedily arranged. She
resolved to tell her husband on the first opportunity that the carriage
difficulty was now solved, and to try, when she did so, to hide the
soreness which still rankled in her heart concerning it.
There was an air of apology in Mr. Rayner's manner when he returned from
the High Court that afternoon. He evidently did not forget that he had
lost his temper on the previous evening, and his wife hoped this state
of mind might make it easier for her to broach the vexed question.
This she was about to do as they sat in the verandah after dinner, when
her husband turned to her with a gracious smile.
"You're looking lovely to-night, Hester! Your day at Ennore yesterday
has brought back the English roses to your cheeks. Fine birds deserve
fine feathers, shall we say? See what I've brought to adorn your lovely
white neck!"
He opened an elegant leather case and held up triumphantly a beautiful
diamond pendant.
"Oh, Alfred," gasped Hester, after a moment's silence. "Have you
actually got that for me? Oh, I can't--I won't have it! You must give it
back! You will return it?"
"Return it, forsooth! A nice suggestion when an affectionate husband
presents his wife with a gift! Besides, Hester, you really haven't the
correct toilette without jewels. That trumpery gold cross is the only
thing you have to wear. It's been my despair at all our parties to see
you without diamonds when the frowsy dowagers are resplendent with
them--and the young brides into the bargain. This pendant is a simple
necessity. I'll add a tiara when I can."
"Never! I wouldn't wear one for the world! And if you want to make me
happy you'll return this. Oh, how could you waste money on it,
especially"--she paused with a little catch in her voice--"especially
since you said you couldn't afford to give me the rupees to pay for
those carriages though I told you I had promised them."
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