Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Several had expressed their pleasure that this man and his two friends
had declined to subscribe, as from their position as head clerks they
imitated their English examples, and had presumed to be of a higher
class than the other Eurasians in the station; that had they come in
they would have had a great deal to say. They never ceased to regret the
attitude they had taken after seeing our success, and were probably very
much chagrined that we could get along without their advice or money.
They never came to us, except by special invitation to some of our
entertainments, and then were only invited to see what a pleasant place,
and the enjoyable times we had. This may not have been the best of
motives, but let those who are without fault in such matters, hurl
stones at us.
In an up country station, where everybody’s business is known, and
inquired into by everybody else, such a building as ours, two-storied,
when there was not another of this height in the station, a very large
puckha one too, with large, ornamental grounds around it, could not fail
to excite attention.
The station club-house, frequented by all the civil and military swells
and their families, was a low down, mud-walled, tawdry affair, with a
dingy, thatched grass roof, the building having been erected during
years by additions, so was without form or comeliness, becoming more
disreputable in appearance in proportion as our building grew in size
and beauty. Through some of my acquaintances in the club, I learned that
our enterprise was a subject of daily talk at their evening gatherings.
They had discovered that it was to be for an Eurasian club, as they put
it, though we had not yet named our infant. One, who lived in a
two-roomed, cheap bungalow asked, “What do the half castes want with
such a building as that? It is a blanked sight too good for them!”
Another remarked, “Why did the Collector allow them to put up such a
building just opposite to ours?” Then one replied, “It is no matter,
they will not be able to keep it, and then we’ll get it for ourselves,
as it would just suit us.” One made a remark that hit me home. “That
Japhet is the leader in it, and it seems to me that he is putting on a
good deal of side.” “Why the devil shouldn’t he, when he has got the
money to do it with?” asked an impecunious sub, whom I had favored with
several accommodations.
This, and much more, was the line of their daily conversation, but
little to our credit, taking their words at their full meaning, but
greatly to their discredit, judging from the motives of the speakers.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
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