Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
He glided forward instantly, followed by his satellite, the cook; and
the daily routine followed. The supplies bought that morning were
displayed. How Eola hated the sight of the raw meat and live fowls
exhibited for her inspection! The butler's accounts were rendered, and
what was a more difficult matter, brought into accordance with her own.
The patient servants received their dismissal; the butler happy in the
thought that he had succeeded in over-charging his mistress exactly ten
annas in spite of the eagle eye of the housekeeper; the cook equally
content in having cheated the butler out of four annas; the cook boy
pleased with himself in the purloining of an onion, a potato,
half-a-dozen leaves of the cabbage and as much ghee as an expert finger
could scoop out of the pot. Even the kitchen-woman was
self-congratulatory. She had substituted a rotten egg for a sound one
brought from market; adulterated the coffee during the pounding process
with burnt rice and charred crusts of bread.
"Now tell me what has happened to upset you, Mrs. Hulver," said Eola,
with a sympathetic kindliness that was one of her charms.
"It's my son, miss. Last evening the post brought me a letter to say
that he was ill and was coming by the early mail this morning."
"And he hasn't arrived?" suggested Eola.
"On the contrary, Miss, he has come right enough; but you never saw
such an object as he is in your life. Of course I'm his mother, and as
William--that was my second--used to say: 'Mother's love is the same
all over the world, whether her child is as beautiful as an angel or as
ugly as a graven image.'"
"What has happened!"
"It was this way, miss. Some of the men in the regiment who ought to
have known better--but as William--that was my third--used to say: 'Age
won't mend a born fool'--took advantage of my boy's youth and
innocence. They enticed him into the canteen and made him drink more
than was good for him. He doesn't lean that way, I am glad to be able
to say with truth; and this will be a lesson to him."
"You haven't told me yet what is the matter," remarked Eola.
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