India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“I remember now,” Isobel laughed, “that he was very sarcastic on board
ship as to the dresses of some of the people, but I thought it was only
his way of grumbling at things in general, though certainly I generally
agreed with him. He told me one day that my taste evidently inclined to
the dowdy, but you see I wore half mourning until I arrived out here.”
The Doctor himself dropped in an hour later.
“I shall be glad, Doctor, if you will dine with us as often as you can
during the four days of the races,” Major Hannay said. “Of course, I
shall be doing the hospitable to people who come in from out stations,
and as Isobel won’t know any of them, it will be a little trying to
her, acting for the first time in the capacity of hostess. As you know
everybody, you will be able to make things go. I have got Hunter and his
wife and their two girls coming in to stay. I calculate the table will
hold fourteen comfortably enough. At any rate, come first night, even if
you can’t come on the others.”
“Certainly I will, Major, if you will let me bring Bathurst in with me;
he is going to stay with me for the races.”
“By all means, Doctor; I like what I have seen of him very much.”
“Yes, he has got a lot in him,” the Doctor said, “only he is always head
over heels in work. He will make a big mark before he has done. He is
one of the few men out here who has thoroughly mastered the language; he
can talk to the natives like one of themselves, and understands them so
thoroughly that they are absolutely afraid to lie to him, which is the
highest compliment a native can pay to an Indian official. It is very
seldom he comes in to this sort of thing, but I seized him the other
day and told him that I could see he would break down if he didn’t give
himself a holiday, and I fairly worried him into saying he would come
over and stay for the races. I believe then he would not have come if I
had not written to him that all the native swells would be here, and
it would be an excellent opportunity for him to talk to them about
the establishment of a school for the daughters of the upper class of
natives; that is one of his fads at present.”
“But it would be a good thing surely, Doctor,” Isobel said.
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