But in the two rows behind the Viceroy's still empty chair of state the
Englishmen in political dress or uniform who sat in the front, and the
Englishwomen in the latest Paris fashions who sat behind, were talking
and laughing; in a perfectly well-bred way, yet, to the majority of
those silent spectators, at the expense of decency, since a _durbar_
is, like a West Indian ball, not for '_talkee_.' There was, however, no
disapproval on those indifferent dark faces. Such things were part and
parcel of that general eccentricity of the _Huzoors_, before which it
behoved calmness to remain calm. Yet those same faces would have been
quick to notice and resent the faintest breach of etiquette in regard
to their own treatment, or position. Those being correct, the rest was
immaterial.
And now, the sudden strains from without of "God Save the Queen" sent
those talking, laughing rows to their feet silently, with the proud
alacrity so noticeable in India when the act is a confession of faith,
indeed! But the mass beyond followed suit obediently, with a starry
shiver of diamond-flash, a milky way of pearl-shine; for Eugene Smith's
electric light was working full power.
Finally, as if wafted on the full chords, came a small man, with that
inevitable look of coming into church which Englishmen consider
dignity; possibly because public worship is, really, the only function
in which they are not inwardly ashamed of taking part. The great gold
chair, the great gold footstool, seemed all too large for everything
about their occupant, save the diamond star, the ribbon on his breast.
Yet, in a way, the scene gained by his inadequacy when, after a decent
pause, a decent silence, he rose, small, insignificant, to give voice
to Empire--in a strong Scotch accent, it must be admitted, which
equalled the Commissioner's Irish one, when, its proper exponent, the
Secretary, having a cold, he read a translation of the Viceroy's
speech, and his soft brogue ran riot among the clamorous Persian
vowels.
"_Ai Mâhârâjâhân, râjâhân, nawâbân wâ sâhibân âlishân_."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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