Part 4 (1/2)
”Wish they hadn't been bound for Mrs. Fellowes',” he muttered. ”She affects Eurasians, I know, and Cheveril may meet some of those detestable creatures I particularly wish him to avoid. Pity I didn't give Hester a hint in time!”
Meanwhile, the landau was carrying the pair along the leafy roads towards the sea, and soon it was threading its way by the crowded First Line Beach full of bustling commercial activity. Great droves of muscular coolies were pus.h.i.+ng loads which good British dray horses would not lightly have tackled; but the strong s.h.i.+ny brown limbs, made supple by frequent oilings, seemed to have no difficulty in dragging their burdens, which they did with unconscious grace, and even with cheerfulness, judging from the resonant chorus of shouts. One side of the sea front was given up to s.h.i.+pping in all its varieties, while the other was lined by many-hued buildings, some so evidently of the Georgian period that one did not need to glance at the date above their Greek-pillared porticos. They were intersected by higher parti-coloured buildings of chunam, and except for one or two hotels, all given up to business purposes of varying degrees of importance. Against the substantial blocks were huddled some ramshackle erections which had evidently seen better days, but which were now fast sinking into G.o.downs for storage, their peeling facades lending picturesqueness to the street scene on which Mark was looking with keen interest.
Now the carriage was nearing the lines of the Native Infantry. Not far from them stood various detached bungalows, surrounded by compounds, where the officers sojourned, with a sprinkling of other residents who liked this suburb so near the sea. Cl.u.s.ters of low, thatched, mud villages, with enclosures of bamboo, where semi-nude children crawled about like sandhoppers, nestled under the groups of tall feathery palms which, Mark had noticed, seemed to dip into the sparkling waters of the ocean.
Colonel Fellowes, commanding officer of the sepoy regiment, occupied one of the pleasantest houses in Royapooram. It was a much less pretentious abode than the Rayner's house in Clive's Road, for the suburb was old and unfas.h.i.+onable, but its compound wore a snug social air which made it look more like a home garden, Mark thought, as he followed Hester to the house.
Mrs. Fellowes was specially delighted to see her young friend as a proof that she had not suffered from her slip on the treacherous steps of the tank. She welcomed Mark with cordiality, introducing him to her husband, a tall spare man of bony frame with a simple earnest face, bronzed by the suns of many hot weathers on Indian plains where he had trained his sepoys and loved them like children.
”Yes, the Colonel and I like to think of our bungalow as a cottage with roses looking in at the window,” Mrs. Fellowes was saying, as Mark, with the keen eye of the new-comer, commented on the home-like attributes of the bungalow with its trellised verandah, where creepers twined their graceful tendrils, and roses and wisteria climbed up its amber-coloured walls and pillars. ”But I hope we shan't make the mistake of some Anglo-Indians and try to reproduce it at home.”
”I believe you are right, Mrs. Fellowes,” returned Mark. ”My father's people happen to live in Shrops.h.i.+re, not far from Styche Hall, Clive's birthplace, and I always regretted he should have replaced the old black-timbered house by a mansion with verandahs.”
”Yes,” said Colonel Fellowes, who had joined them, ”I once made a pilgrimage to see that house--Clive being one of my heroes. We should have wors.h.i.+pped that simple black-timbered house if it had still been extant. All the same, the present one isn't the gorgeous palace Macaulay would have us believe. Poor Clive, he was much maligned, as many of the makers of India have been! What would the Carnatic, for instance, be now, but for Clive? A tiger jungle--only the tigers two-footed instead of four, and tearing each other to bits!”
”The result has been good, certainly,” replied Mark, ”but are you sure it was not the hungry mouth of the rapacious West, craving for pepper and cardamoms, and hankering after the fabled gold and gems of Hindustan, that brought the white men? Remember he came as a suppliant trader to these sh.o.r.es and first begged for crumbs!”
”Granted!” returned Colonel Fellowes. ”Just as the Israelites came to the land of Canaan--sent by the same Hand. Depend upon it the hosts of our forefathers were the hosts of G.o.d, as Kingsley says. But talking of reproducing chunam palaces at home, I was amused to hear Rayner saying the other day at the Club that he had got a plan of his house in Clive's Road, and meant to reproduce it in Belgravia! 'First catch the standing room,' said I. He's an ambitious young fellow that, and a pus.h.i.+ng one! I wish his ambition would take the form of giving his wife a good mount. I told him of a perfect one to be had at Waller's stables, but he wouldn't hear of it.”
”But Mrs. Rayner used to be a keen horsewoman,” said Mark, recalling vividly some pleasant rides in Worcesters.h.i.+re lanes.
”Well, strange as it may seem, he has an unaccountable prejudice against riding, though he is a good whip and has several pairs of fine Arabs besides the two Walers. I begged him, if he wouldn't come himself, to let Mrs. Rayner ride of a morning with my wife. She was most keen, but he wouldn't hear of it. Selfish, I call it! She is so charming, quite the nicest of our brides this season,” added the colonel, his eyes following Hester's slender figure as she strolled along the lawn walk with his wife.
Mark fully endorsed his remark though he did so silently, inwardly commenting on the personal note which all conversation seemed to take in his new social surroundings. He had observed it on the previous evening when more than one of those to whom he had been introduced made comments more frank than friendly concerning his future chief and others which, in home circles, would have been considered somewhat out of taste.
Perhaps it was a trait of this Anglo-Indian society, bred of the narrowness of its range of topics. It was perforce illuminating to a new-comer, though he felt that the suggestion of selfishness in Hester's husband was painful when he recalled the parting words of her mother on the Pinkthorpe Rectory. ”We would fain that Hester had chosen one of whom we knew more than Alfred Rayner. As her father says, he is still an unknown quant.i.ty. In fact, the dear child's choice was too hurried. You will do much to rea.s.sure us, Mark, if you can tell us that the man of her choice is strong to lean on, tender and true!”
Even already from his few hours' acquaintance, Mark felt by no means sure that he could banish Mrs. Bellairs' anxiety by the a.s.surance for which she longed. There seemed to him a curious hardness about Rayner, combined with a lack of manliness, making visible shallow ambitions. He wore them ”on his sleeve” in fact, and Colonel Fellowes had not far to probe in putting his finger on such weaknesses. But Mark hoped that Hester had not discovered any such flaws, and he desired, brother-like, to s.h.i.+eld her from the knowledge of them. Rayner could hardly live beside one so true and sweet as she was without being influenced for good. Whenever he could get release from his duties at Puranapore he would surely be able to trace her enn.o.bling influence on her husband, and till then he must forbear to sound any note of trouble to the anxious mother far away.
”Ah, here comes someone we don't see every day,” exclaimed Mrs.
Fellowes, going forward to greet a visitor who came slowly along the shady walk. He was a man about Colonel Fellowes' age, tall but not so erect and with less broad shoulders. His face was not so bronzed as the soldier's, but his skin had a more withered look, and there was a pathetic light about his deep, penetrating grey eyes. The curves of his thin lips betokened a settled sadness, though his face lit up with a rarely pleasant smile as he returned Mrs. Fellowes' greeting.
”Welcome, Mr. Morpeth, you are a sight for 'sair een,' as my old Scots aunt used to put it.”
Mark was more than astonished at the cordiality of Mrs. Fellowes'
greeting when he recognised in the visitor the man whom the restive Australians of the mail-phaeton had almost trampled under foot, and whom Alfred Rayner had characterised as a ”greasy half-caste.” On the first opportunity he asked his hostess the name of the guest.
”David Morpeth,” she replied, ”a man whom we are proud to know, though he is an East Indian,” she added, lowering her voice. ”You know--or perhaps you don't know yet--what an inveterate prejudice there is against these people. I always say that David Morpeth would redeem a nation; he lives and toils for his despised people, pours out his money and his life for them, often, I fear, with very poor return. He has even enlisted me, and we have started one or two things together. I must add, that though Mr. Morpeth is of that despised mixed blood, he is really personally much respected here; but he declines social advances from any quarter, so my husband and I feel honoured when he puts in one of his rare appearances. Besides, I value the little change for the dear man from the toils of those wretched people.”
”I should like to be introduced to Mr. Morpeth, if you don't mind,” said Mark eagerly.
”By all means! How nice of you, Mr. Cheveril!”
Mrs. Fellowes, with a pleased air, led the way to the shade of a tamarind tree where the helper of his people stood talking pleasantly to a little fair-haired English boy, the son of Mrs. Fellowes' next door neighbour.
David Morpeth's face wore a bright smile now, very different from his sad stern mien of the previous evening. Mark felt ashamed when he recalled the incident, but could not venture to apologise, though, somehow, he knew that the older man recognised him as one of the occupants of the mail-phaeton. An evident air of surprise seemed to mingle with his recognition, though all awkwardness was at once eliminated by Mark Cheveril's greeting.
”Mrs. Fellowes has just been telling me of your efforts for our poor brothers, and I want to give you the hand of fellows.h.i.+p,” he said with a frank smile.