The Tremendous Adventures of Major GahaganThackeray, William Makepeace
History
The Tremendous Adventures of Major Gahagan
Thackeray, William Makepeace
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
love and joy she uttered; and if I _had_ perilled life in her service,
if I _did_ believe that hope of escape there was none, so exquisite was
the moment of our meeting, that I forgot all else in this overwhelming
joy!
[The Major’s description of this meeting, which lasted at the very most
not ten seconds, occupies thirteen pages of writing. We have been
compelled to dock off twelve-and-a-half; for the whole passage, though
highly creditable to his feelings, might possibly be tedious to the
reader.]
As I said, the ladies and gentlemen were inclined to sneer, and were
giggling audibly. I led the dear girl to a chair, and, scowling round
with a tremendous fierceness, which those who know me know I can
sometimes put on, I shouted out, “Hark ye! men and women—I am this
lady’s truest knight—her husband I hope one day to be. I am commander,
too, in this fort—the enemy is without it; another word of
mockery—another glance of scorn—and, by Heaven, I will hurl every man
and woman from the battlements, a prey to the ruffianly Holkar!” This
quieted them. I am a man of my word, and none of them stirred or looked
disrespectfully from that moment.
It was now _my_ turn to make _them_ look foolish. Mrs.
Vandegobbleschroy (whose unfailing appetite is pretty well known to
every person who has been in India) cried, “Well, Captain Gahagan, your
ball has been so pleasant, and the supper was despatched so long ago,
that myself and the ladies would be very glad of a little breakfast.”
And Mrs. Van giggled as if she had made a very witty and reasonable
speech. “Oh! breakfast, breakfast, by all means,” said the rest; “we
really are dying for a warm cup of tea.”
“Is it bohay tay or souchong tay that you’d like, ladies?” says I.
“Nonsense, you silly man; any tea you like,” said fat Mrs. Van.
“What do you say, then, to some prime _gunpowder?_” Of course they said
it was the very thing.
“And do you like hot rowls or cowld—muffins or crumpets—fresh butter or
salt? And you, gentlemen, what do you say to some ilegant
divvled-kidneys for yourselves, and just a trifle of grilled turkeys,
and a couple of hundthred new-laid eggs for the ladies?”
“Pooh, pooh! be it as you will, my dear fellow,” answered they all.
“But stop,” says I. “O ladies, O ladies! O gentlemen, gentlemen! that
you should ever have come to the quarters of Goliah Gahagan, and he
been without—”
“What?” said they, in a breath.
“Alas! alas! I have not got a single stick of chocolate in the whole
house.”
“Well, well, we can do without it.”
“Or a single pound of coffee.”
“Never mind; let that pass too.” (Mrs. Van and the rest were beginning
to look alarmed.)
“And about the kidneys—now I remember, the black divvles outside the
fort have seized upon all the sheep; and how are we to have kidneys
without them?” (Here there was a slight o-o-o!)
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