Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Bopaul shot a swift glance at Ananda, but learned nothing except the
fact that the latter was ill at ease under his scrutiny. The lunch
bell rang, and Ananda hurried to his room. As he disappeared Bopaul
said in a tone that was unusually earnest for him.
"Sir, remember your promise to his parents. Forgive me for reminding
you of it. I know his people, and what a terrible thing it will be for
them if his faith is shaken. He is their only son."
"Believe me, I have not broken faith with them. I have been preaching
reform rather than conversion, although I admit that it would please me
better if it had been the other way about. Ananda must have led a very
sheltered life in his youth, and this I fancy is his first great
trouble. He needs help, and it is difficult to give it under the
peculiar circumstances in which I find myself."
* * * * *
The Professor was not far wrong when he said that Ananda's childhood
had been sheltered.
Born of wealthy parents and the only son, surrounded with every luxury
that love could devise, he had been guarded from trouble of all kind.
He, on his part, had been amenable to his parents' wishes, obedient and
gentle, always ready to be guided. Content to be ruled, his will power
lay dormant, and there seemed little likelihood of it being roused into
activity; for the desires of those whose authority he recognised never
clashed with his own. The life of his father, Pantulu Iyer, had been
smooth, as is the case with many men of high caste families. The life
of the son promised to be the same.
At the age of twelve he was married to Coomara's sister, three years
his junior. When he was seventeen the marriage was consummated, and
the girl took up her residence with his parents. It was a happy home,
free from strife, and the daughter-in-law found no difficulty in
fitting herself into her place. She shared the love that the parents
in the fullness of their affection showered upon their son.
When Ananda was nineteen and Dorama, his wife, sixteen, she presented
him with a son. If anything could have been added to the cup of joy
that was already full, it was this.
"Now we are assured of the completion of our happiness and the
fulfilment of our desire," said his father. "We may allow ourselves to
consider your future. One day we hope to see you take a prominent part
in the government of the country. Possibly you may rise to occupy a
place on the Maharajah's council. These honours cannot be attained
without a journey to England."
"Is it necessary, my father?" asked Ananda, watching his young wife as
she sat on the fine grass matting with the baby on her lap. He would
have been more than content to continue in the pleasant backwater of
domestic life without seeking new scenes.
"It is necessary in these days of progress. His Highness himself takes
occasional voyages across the ocean to see the western world with his
own eyes."
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