Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"It is sad to have an ending like this!" She turned to Wenaston.
"Please go and find Mrs. Greenford; Miss Stuart is with her. Bring
them both here. Tell them I am in a hurry to start. I should like to
get Mrs. Greenford away before she hears worse news. Oh! I wish he
hadn't attempted that last flight! It was quite unnecessary, and not
on the programme--a mere show to please the people."
Ananda stood by the motor whilst Wenaston went to do his sister's
bidding.
"You take these things too seriously, Miss Wenaston. If you were a
fatalist you would believe that it was preordained by the gods; and you
would be resigned. It is of no use to fight against fate. He had to
meet it whether he flew upon an aeroplane or whether he remained in his
own house. We are taught that we cannot escape the fulfilment of our
destiny."
She looked at him, her attention suddenly rivetted.
"You are taught, you say; but do you believe your teacher in these days
of greater enlightenment?"
A reply was not immediately forthcoming. Perhaps he would have left
the question unanswered if she had not uttered an interrogatory,
"Well?" in a tone that held something more than mere curiosity.
"I am trying to retain my belief in all that my guru instilled into my
mind before I left India."
"You find it hard to keep the old faith unshaken?"
"Not exactly. The difficulty is to graft the new teaching on the old.
We of the advanced school cannot stand still; we must progress."
"And then comes the difficulty of putting new wine into old bottles."
She glanced in the direction of the tent, and he knew that he had lost
half her attention. Wenaston was visible in the distance with Mrs.
Greenford and Miss Stuart. The sympathy that was so marked a
characteristic in Eola had tempted the Hindu to say more than was his
wont. It was deflected from himself and turned towards the unnerved
woman, whom she was charitably befriending.
Mrs. Greenford was allowed no time to plunge into fresh tears and
regrets. She was prevailed upon to enter the car without delay.
Wenaston gave his orders to the chauffeur and the motor glided from the
field.
"It is too early in the day to make gala shows of this aviation
business. An accident such as has just happened upsets the women with
their highly strung nerves. Even men feel it to be a bit of a shock,"
remarked Wenaston, as he glanced round at the white faces of the
spectators.
"Anyway, women should not be present where there is a likelihood of
accidents," replied Ananda. "It seems to me that you Englishmen go to
the opposite extreme from us. We shut up women and overdo the purdah
business. You give them too much liberty."
"My dear fellow! They take it without asking our permission!"
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