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
"'This said Mrs. Glanton's,' forsooth!" laughed Hester, raising her
eyebrows. "I assure you she is a very formidable leader of society here.
Alfred has the greatest admiration for her, thinks her a perfect model
for new-comers like me. But I fear I shall never attain to her splendid
manners," she added, with a little sigh.
Mark Cheveril, as his eye rested on the fair young wife, involuntarily
hoped that she would not model herself on any Mrs. Glanton, however much
her husband might wish it, but would remain the bright girlish presence
that had graced her happy English home.
They were standing in the verandah now. The hired bandy which had been
waiting under a tree was called, and the visitor drove off to keep his
appointment at the Club.
The little cloud of the morning had been chased away from Hester's heart
by the spell of the revived comradeship. To be sure, no managing hostess
had intervened between these two to foster any warmer feelings than good
fellowship. But Hester's loyalty was well developed, and her husband's
sneering words of the morning still haunted her. Should she have
ventured to sound the warning note, struck no doubt from her husband's
larger experience, and would it have been wiser to do so even before he
began his life in the East? She had friendship enough to do so. Had they
not ridden together along leafy Worcestershire lanes and talked of many
things? But there was a glance in Mark Cheveril's serene hazel eye, an
innate courtesy about his whole deportment which made her divine that he
would receive any such warning with gentle disdain. In fact, she
decided, she must warn Alfred to beware of broaching the subject.
Mr. Rayner only returned from the High Court in time to join his wife on
their drive to the garden party. She told him of Mark Cheveril's
arrival, and of his already having found his way to Clive's Road; of the
prospect of their meeting him now and of his returning with them; but
she observed that her husband listened absently to the news. His
preoccupation regarding the coming entertainment caused her some
surprise. Social functions of the kind in the home county had never
created the desire to make an impression which seemed to lurk under
Alfred's excitement over his handsome new landau and the well-matched
pair of Australian horses with their couple of smart syces.
The queue of carriages was already far stretching on the leafy road
which skirted the Glanton's compound when Mr. and Mrs. Rayner's landau
took its place there; but at last it came to their turn to alight and
follow the stream of guests along the broad crimson strip to the spot
where the hostess had elected to receive them.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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