"Pestilential little fool," interrupted the Commissioner impartially,
impersonally. "It wouldn't be bad, though--stop his scurrilous tongue
for a bit. Favour does, you know. But I cann't see my way to it. Old
Hodinuggur would be refusing his '_atta_ and _pân_[7] again. He did it
once, ye know, when some low-caste fellow was within sight of him. Said
he didn't eat with sweepers; and if Crawford--he was Commissioner at
the time--"
"Yes!" said the Under Secretary, still more resignedly. He had not yet
grasped the fact that his coadjutor talked while he worked--
"Hadn't been six foot four and broad in proportion," went on his
tormentor imperturbably, "so that the--let us call them the subsequent
negotiations--diplomatic negotiations--it sounds well!--didn't reach
the eye of His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, the Thakoor--one of our
best men let me tell you--would have got into trouble--more'd have been
the pity."
"Yes," assented the man of Secretariats, "but about Dya Ram--"
"Dya Ram, is it now? Could we put him in under the head 'benevolence'
think you? Did he ever vaccinate a baby, or breed a horse, or give
anything to a female hospital? No! Then the devil fly off with him for
complicating the problem of British rule in India. Why should he want
to come to _durbar_ at all? When people change their dress they should
change their desires, but the only effect our civilization has upon
some men I know, is to make them want to keep their hat and their boots
on at the same time! Well, that's done! I've found a place for him
where Hodinuggur can't see the tail end of him unless he squints.
Now--who's your next?"
While this sort of thing was going on inside the tent, Dya Ram and the
Thakoor of Hodinuggur were in full view of each other, outside it. The
former, having scorned the sinful scarlet coatees even to the point of
refusing to have his patent leather shoes dusted, was walking up and
down in English fashion. The latter, in a wonderful parcel-gilt coach,
was awaiting the effect of his ten-rupee tip with perfect patience and
serenity; while his retinue, which consisted of a dozen ragged
retainers carrying lances festooned with tinsel and yaks' tails, stared
contemptuously at the two sentries pacing up and down below the
flagstaff; who--to tell truth--seemed so monotonously part of the
general show as to suggest that they also were under the charge of the
two yellow-legged policemen who stood on either side of the rose-bed.
It was high noon, and the various departmental gongs had begun to give
their version of the meridian, with that unbiased disregard for that of
their neighbours which makes the time of day an absolute uncertainty in
a big camp. But it was calling time evidently; for two superb
red-coats, blazoned with gold, appeared in company with two big books
and a silver inkstand, and disappeared with them into the _durbar_
tent. And shortly afterwards an _aide-de-camp_ sloped over to it,
yawning.
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