India -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Missions -- India -- Fiction
The train of dirty, eager children followed the lady up the stair.
Alicia emerged into light, and entered what might be called a gallery,
raised above three sides of the smaller yard, with a low parapet over
which there was a clear view of all that passed below. Behind this
gallery were wooden pillars, some of them prettily carved, but rather
dark with age, and in by no means perfect repair. Behind these pillars
were women’s apartments, and above them a flat roof. On this roof, and
another higher still, women, mostly wearing chaddars (veils), and almost
all wearing ornaments, were peeping down at the strangers. The effect
was picturesque; for the bibis on the highest perch stood out in bold
relief against the background of a clear sky. Alicia found herself the
object of a good deal of curiosity amongst the female denizens of the
fort. They had never seen an English visitor before.
A native lady, with gold-bordered chaddar, and bedizened with a good
many jewels, courteously received the missionary’s wife. Chand Kor was
fairer than most of the bibis, but not so fair as her nephew young Kripá
Dé. A charpai was dragged out for the lady’s accommodation, and in order
to show her honour a white cloth was spread upon it. Alicia did not
quite know how to dispose of herself on the bedstead, so she sat on it
English fashion, with her feet resting on the earthen floor. But from
various quarters the cry, “Sit nicely,” made her draw up her feet and
assume the position which with Orientals is _à la mode_. There is
etiquette in zenanas.
Alicia was assailed with a number of questions: a few she understood, a
few she guessed at, a few were as utterly unintelligible as if uttered
in the Hottentot tongue. The visitor was asked about her father and
mother, the number of her brothers and sisters, how long she had been
married, and what salary she received. In the meantime dirty hands were
fingering her dress, and curious eyes examining the few ornaments which
she wore. Alicia felt puzzled and confused. She looked around for her
ally, Kripá Dé; but he was no longer present—he had gone away to his
school.
To stop the babel of sounds and the stream of questions, Alicia began to
sing one of the two bhajans which she had learned. The effect of this
was magical: the hubbub was hushed, the most talkative of the Hindus was
for a few minutes silenced.
Alicia then opened her picture-book to give more direct instruction. She
had carefully, with her husband’s help, prepared her first lesson, which
was on the lost sheep. Alicia had learned the parable by heart, and had
brought with her three good coloured prints to illustrate it. As a
preliminary Alicia said, “What is this?” pointing to the picture of a
sheep.
Heads were bent forward, and the picture examined.
“What is this?” repeated Alicia.
“Sher” (tiger), said the first woman who ventured on a reply.
“Hathi” (elephant), suggested another.
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