India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“No doubt, my dear, no doubt; and so would scores of other things, if
you could but persuade the natives so. But this is really one of the
most impracticable schemes possible, simply because the whole of these
unfortunate children get betrothed when they are two or three years
old, and are married at twelve. Even if all parties were agreed, the
husband’s relations and the wife’s relations and everyone else, what are
you going to teach a child worth knowing before she gets to the age of
twelve? Just enough to make her discontented with her lot. Once get the
natives to alter their customs and to marry their women at the age of
eighteen, and you may do something for them; but as long as they
stick to this idiotic custom of marrying them off when they are still
children, the case is hopeless.”
“There is something I wanted to ask you, Doctor,” Isobel said. “You know
this is the first time I have had anything to do with entertaining, and
I know nothing about decorating a table. Uncle says that you are a great
hand at the arrangement of flowers. Would you mind seeing to it for me?”
The Doctor nodded. “With pleasure, Miss Hannay. It is a thing I enjoy.
There is nothing more lamentable than to see the ignorant, and I may
almost say brutal, way in which people bunch flowers up into great
masses and call that decoration. They might just as well bunch up so
many masses of bright colored rags. The shape of the flower, its manner
of growth, and its individuality are altogether lost, and the sole
effect produced is that of a confused mass of color. I will undertake
that part of the business, and you had better leave the buying of the
flowers to me.”
“Certainly, Doctor,” the Major said; “I will give you carte blanche.”
“Well, I must see your dinner service, Major, so that I may know about
its color, and what you have got to put the flowers into.”
“I will have a regular parade tomorrow morning after breakfast, if it
would be convenient for you to look in then, and at the same time I will
get you to have a talk with Rumzan and the cook. I am almost as new to
giving dinner parties as Isobel is. When one has half a dozen men to
dine with one at the club, one gives the butler notice and chooses
the wine, and one knows that it will be all right; but it is a
very different thing when you have to go into the details yourself.
Ordinarily I leave it entirely to Rumzan and the cook, and I am bound to
say they do very well, but this is a different matter.”
“We will talk it over with them together, Major. You can seem to consult
me, but it must come from you to them, or else you will be getting their
backs up. Thank goodness, Indian servants don’t give themselves the airs
English ones do; but human nature is a good deal the same everywhere,
and the first great rule, if you want any domestic arrangements to go
off well, is to keep the servants in good temper.”
“We none of us like to be interfered with, Doctor.”
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