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
Surabaya to attend the performances at the Concordia. The pieces played
were of a quality such as had never been seen at the Concordia before.
And the result of this again was that people either loved her or
did not like her at all. But she went her way and provided a little
European civilization, so that they might not grow too "stuffy"
at Labuwangi. And people descended to all sorts of trickery to get
invited to her little dinners, which were famous and notorious. For
she stipulated that her men should come in dress-clothes and not in
their Singapore jackets, without shirts. She introduced swallow-tails
and white ties; and she was inexorable. The women were low-necked,
as usual, for the sake of coolness, and thought it delightful. But
her poor men struggled against it, puffed and blew at first and
felt congested in their tall collars; the doctor declared that it
was unhealthy; and the veterans protested that it was madness and
opposed to all the good old Indian customs. But when they had puffed
and blown a few times in their dress-coats and tall collars, they
all found Mrs. Eldersma's dinners charming, precisely because they
were so European in style.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eva was at home to her friends once a fortnight: "You see, resident,
it's not a reception," she always said, in self-defence, to Van
Oudijck. "I know that no one's allowed to 'receive' in the interior,
except the resident and his wife. It's really not a reception,
resident. I shouldn't dare to call it that. I'm just at home to
everybody once a fortnight; and I'm glad if our friends care to
come.... It's all right, isn't it, resident, as long as it's not a
'reception'?"
Van Oudijck would laugh merrily, with his jovial laugh shaking his
military moustache, and ask if little Mrs. Eldersma was pulling his
leg. She could do anything, if she would only continue to provide
a little gaiety, a little acting, a little music, a little pleasant
intercourse. That was her duty, once and for all: to look after the
social element at Labuwangi.
There was nothing Indian about her at-home days. For instance, at the
resident's, the receptions were regulated according to the old inland
practice: all the ladies sat side by side, on chairs along the walls;
Mrs. van Oudijck walked past them and talked to each for a moment in
turn, standing, while they remained sitting; the resident chatted to
the men in another gallery. The male and female elements kept apart;
gin-and-bitters, port and iced water were handed round.
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