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 had driven out early to help Mrs. Fellowes with preparations for
her numerous guests, and now stood by the side of the hostess, giving
the girls a smiling welcome to Ennore. It soon proved that the
prearranged programme for their entertainment was superfluous, so
charmed were the guests with the unwonted surroundings in which they
found themselves. Some groups sought the long narrow strip of sunlit
sand by the "many dashing ocean shore," to search for the rare shells to
be found there, thrown up by the tide, retreating with shrieks of
laughter when the curling waves dashed their spray upon them. Others
were more fascinated by the peaceful charm of the backwater, and made
expeditions in the boat to the further end of the lake, bent on securing
trophies of greenery for the decoration of their dull Vepery parlours.
The white-haired, nut-brown serang had many freights of passengers that
day, and more than one sensational shriek reached the ladies who sat in
the verandah watching all the ongoings.
A plentiful tiffin brought the guests indoors for a time, but they were
eager to be out again, even under the hot afternoon sun, to explore the
sylvan brakes or saunter on the sunny sands.
"Do you know, Mrs. Fellowes," said Hester, "I begin to feel rather an
impostor! I told myself that I must come to-day to help you to
entertain your guests, and now I find I'm doing nothing but hugely
enjoying myself!"
She lay back happily in one of the luxurious teakwood arm-chairs which
were a special and memorable feature of the verandah.
"Well, my dear, I'm only too glad you are having a nice rest," returned
Mrs. Fellowes, glancing at her with a kindly smile. "I thought you
looked rather jaded and worried when you arrived, but this air is
wonderfully soothing and restoring."
"I confess I was rather worried last night," said Hester, with a sigh.
"How would you act if you were suddenly presented with a costly gift by
your husband which you neither admired nor wished?" she asked, deciding
she would take counsel of the woman Mr. Morpeth called a "wise saint."
She proceeded to tell her of the difficulty she felt when suddenly
confronted with the gorgeous diamond pendant in its elegant case and
been asked to accept this distasteful gift, and what her attitude had
been.
"Oh, my dear, I do think such a prompt refusal was a little bit rough on
your husband, though I sympathise with you in the main, for I know you
don't care for jewels. But these matters must be handled very
delicately. For instance, I think if Joe had taken it into his head to
present me with something he would be much hurt if I declined to accept
his offering; but then, to be sure, it would not be a costly gift as
yours is----"
"Diamonds of the first water, Alfred described them," said Hester,
shaking her head.
"Why, they must have cost a fortune! But your husband is no doubt able
to afford them--he must be a very rich man."
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