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"I suppose that fellow in evening dress was the man from your garden, Miss Daleham?" asked Bain, as they entered the ballroom. "Yes; that was Mr. Chunerbutty, who escorted me to Darjeeling," she answered. "Well, if he's a friend of your brother, he ought to know better than to introduce that fat brute of a rajah to you."
He looked over the barricade. Chunerbutty came nearer and shouted: "Daleham, the Rajah gives you one more chance to surrender. You see your case is hopeless. You can have a quarter of an hour to think things over. If at the end of that time you and your sister don't come out, we'll rush the bungalow and finish you all." Standing under the white flag he drew out his watch.
She is supposed to be the patron of smallpox and lots of other unpleasant things, so no wonder she is ugly," continued Chunerbutty. "Oh, you have goddesses then in the Hindu religion," observed Ida carelessly. "Yes, Mrs. Smith; but these are the sort we have in India," he answered with an unpleasant leer. "The English people are more fortunate, for they have you ladies."
Although she knew nothing of the suspicions of her Bengali friend entertained by Dermot, she sensed a certain disapproval on his part of Fred's and her intimacy with Chunerbutty, and it affected her far more than did the open objection of the other planters to the Hindu. Besides, she was gradually realising the existence of the "colour bar," illiberal as she considered it to be.
And he threatened to inform the Government if any further attempt against her were made without his knowledge and approval. But the quarrel did not last long. Each scoundrel needed the help of the other. Still, Chunerbutty judged it safer to remove himself from the Rajah's house and find a lodging elsewhere, lest any deplorable accident might occur to him under his patron's roof.
The Dewan briefly explained, then, turning to Chunerbutty, he said: "This is Mr. Donald Macgregor, M.P., a member of the Labour Party and a true friend of India. You may speak freely before him. Sit down." The engineer looked around in vain for another chair.
He wanted to follow the Bhuttias, but I pointed out that it was hopeless." "Hopeless? Why?" "There were only three of us, and they were a large party," replied Chunerbutty. "Yes; but you had rifles and should have been a match for fifty." The Bengali shrugged his shoulders. "We did not know in which way they had gone," he said. "We could not track them." "I suppose not. Well?" "Fred and Mr.
Have it your own way. Let's go in to supper," said the host. The hastily improvised meal was a merry feast, and the loud voices and the roars of laughter rang out into the silent night and reached the ears of Chunerbutty sitting in his bungalow eating his heart out in bitterness and jealousy.
They had all three sailed to India in the same ship, and on the voyage she had resented what seemed to her the illiberal prejudice of other English ladies on board to the Hindu. And all the more since she had an uncomfortable suspicion that deep down in her heart she shared their feeling. So she tried to seem the friendlier to Chunerbutty.
"Where are we going today, dear?" asked the girl, putting on her pith helmet. "To the nursery first. I want to see if the young plants have suffered much from that hailstorm yesterday." "Wasn't it awful? What would people in England say if they got hailstones like that on their heads?" "Chunerbutty and I measured one that I picked up outside the withering shed," said the brother.
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