The Hidden Force: A Story of Modern Java — John Shaqi
The Hidden Force: A Story of Modern JavaCouperus, Louis
History
The Hidden Force: A Story of Modern Java
Couperus, Louis
Java (Indonesia) -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
They had nothing to fear. The room lay between Léonie's boudoir
and two large spare-rooms, which were reserved exclusively for
residents, generals and other highly-placed officials. On the
other side of the middle gallery were Van Oudijck's rooms--his
office and his bedroom--and Doddie's room and the room of the boys,
Ricus and René. Léonie was therefore isolated in her wing, between
the spare-rooms. It made her cynically insolent. At this hour, the
grounds were quite deserted. For that matter, she was not afraid
of the servants. Oorip was wholly to be trusted and often received
handsome presents: sarongs; a gold clasp; a long diamond kabaai-pin,
which she wore as a jewelled silver plaque on her breast. As Léonie
never grumbled, was generous in advancing wages and displayed an
apparently easy-going temperament--although everything always happened
as she wished--she was not disliked; and, whatever the servants might
know about her, they had never yet betrayed her. It made her all the
more insolent. A curtain hung before a passage between her bedroom
and boudoir; and it was arranged, once and for all, between Theo and
Léonie, that at the least danger he would slip away quietly behind this
hanging, go out through the garden-door of the boudoir and pretend to
be looking at the rose-trees in the pots on the steps. This would make
it appear as though he had just come from his own room and were merely
inspecting the roses. The inner doors of the boudoir and bedroom were
usually locked, because Léonie declared frankly that she did not like
to be interrupted unawares.
She liked Theo, because of his fresh youthfulness. And here, at
Labuwangi, he was her only vice, not counting a passing inspector and
the little pink angels. The two were now like naughty children; they
laughed silently, in each other's arms. It was past four by this time;
and they heard the voices of René and Ricus in the garden. They were
taking possession of the grounds for the holidays. They were thirteen
and fourteen years old; and they revelled in the garden. They ran about
barefoot, in blue striped pyjamas, and went to look at the horses, at
the pigeons; they teased Doddie's cockatoo, which tripped about on the
roof of the outhouses. They had a tame squirrel. They hunted geckos,
those large-headed lizards, which they shot with a blow-pipe, to the
great vexation of the servants, because the geckos bring luck. They
bought roasted monkey-nuts at the gate of a passing Chinaman and then
mocked him, imitating his accent, his difficulty with his r's:
"Loasted monkey-nuts!... Chinaman kaput!"
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