CHAPTER II

關燈
shewasold. Afabricbiggerthanthemosquefelltopieces,andhedidnotknowwhetherhewasgladorsorry.ShewasolderthanHamidullahBegum,witharedfaceandwhitehair.Hervoicehaddeceivedhim. “Mrs.Moore,IamafraidIstartledyou.Ishalltellmycommunity—ourfriends—aboutyou.ThatGodishere—verygood,veryfineindeed.IthinkyouarenewlyarrivedinIndia.” “Yes—howdidyouknow?” “Bythewayyouaddressme.No,butcanIcallyouacarriage?” “Ihaveonlycomefromtheclub.TheyaredoingaplaythatIhaveseeninLondon,anditwassohot.” “Whatwasthenameoftheplay?” “CousinKate.” “Ithinkyououghtnottowalkatnightalone,Mrs.Moore.TherearebadcharactersaboutandleopardsmaycomeacrossfromtheMarabarHills.Snakesalso.” Sheexclaimedshehadforgottenthesnakes. “Forexample,asix-spotbeetle,”hecontinued,“Youpickitup,itbites,youdie.” “Butyouwalkaboutyourself.” “Oh,Iamusedtoit.” “Usedtosnakes?” Theybothlaughed.“I’madoctor,”hesaid.“Snakesdon’tdarebiteme.”Theysatdownsidebysideintheentrance,andslippedontheireveningshoes.“PleasemayIaskyouaquestionnow?WhydoyoucometoIndiaatthistimeofyear,justasthecoldweatherisending?” “Iintendedtostartearlier,buttherewasanunavoidabledelay.” “Itwillsoonbesounhealthyforyou!AndwhyeverdoyoucometoChandrapore?” “Tovisitmyson.HeistheCityMagistratehere.” “Ohno,excuseme,thatisquiteimpossible.OurCityMagistrate’snameisMr.Heaslop.Iknowhimintimately.” “He’smysonallthesame,”shesaid,smiling. “But,Mrs.Moore,howcanhebe?” “Iwasmarriedtwice.” “Yes,nowIsee,andyourfirsthusbanddied.” “Hedid,andsodidmysecondhusband.” “Thenweareinthesamebox,”hesaidcryptically.“ThenistheCityMagistratetheentireofyourfamilynow?” “No,therearetheyoungerones—RalphandStellainEngland.” “Andthegentlemanhere,isheRalphandStella’shalf-brother?” “Quiteright.” “Mrs.Moore,thisisallextremelystrange,becauselikeyourselfIhavealsotwosonsandadaughter.Isnotthisthesameboxwithavengeance?” “Whataretheirnames?NotalsoRonny,Ralph,andStella,surely?” Thesuggestiondelightedhim.“No,indeed.Howfunnyitsounds!Theirnamesarequitedifferentandwillsurpriseyou.Listen,please.Iamabouttotellyoumychildren’snames.ThefirstiscalledAhmed,thesecondiscalledKarim,thethird—sheistheeldest—Jamila.Threechildrenareenough.Donotyouagreewithme?” “Ido.” Theywerebothsilentforalittle,thinkingoftheirrespectivefamilies.Shesighedandrosetogo. “WouldyoucaretoseeovertheMintoHospitalonemorning?”heenquired.“IhavenothingelsetoofferatChandrapore.” “Thankyou,Ihaveseenitalready,orIshouldhavelikedtocomewithyouverymuch.” “IsupposetheCivilSurgeontookyou.” “Yes,andMrs.Callendar.” Hisvoicealtered.“Ah!Averycharminglady.” “Possibly,whenoneknowsherbetter.” “What?What?Youdidn’tlikeher?” “Shewascertainlyintendingtobekind,butIdidnotfindherexactlycharming.” Heburstoutwith:“Shehasjusttakenmytongawithoutmypermission—doyoucallthatbeingcharming?—andMajorCallendarinterruptsmenightafternightfromwhereIamdiningwithmyfriendsandIgoatonce,breakingupamostpleasantentertainment,andheisnotthereandnotevenamessage.Isthischarming,pray?Butwhatdoesitmatter?Icandonothingandheknowsit.Iamjustasubordinate,mytimeisofnovalue,theverandahisgoodenoughforanIndian,yes,yes,lethimstand,andMrs.Callendartakesmycarriageandcutsmedead...” Shelistened. Hewasexcitedpartlybyhiswrongs,butmuchmorebytheknowledgethatsomeonesympathizedwiththem.Itwasthisthatledhimtorepeat,exaggerate,contradict.Shehadprovedhersympathybycriticizingherfellow-countrywomantohim,butevenearlierhehadknown.Theflamethatnotevenbeautycannourishwasspringingup,andthoughhiswordswerequeruloushisheartbegantoglowsecretly.Presentlyitburstintospeech. “Youunderstandme,youknowwhatothersfeel.Oh,ifothersresembledyou!” Rathersurprised,shereplied:“Idon’tthinkIunderstandpeopleverywell.IonlyknowwhetherIlikeordislikethem.” “ThenyouareanOriental.” Sheacceptedhisescortbacktotheclub,andsaidatthegatethatshewishedshewasamember,sothatshecouldhaveaskedhimin. “IndiansarenotallowedintotheChandraporeClubevenasguests,”hesaidsimply.Hedidnotexpatiateonhiswrongsnow,beinghappy.Ashestrolleddownhillbeneaththelovelymoon,andagainsawthelovelymosque,heseemedtoownthelandasmuchasanyoneownedit.WhatdiditmatterifafewflabbyHindushadprecededhimthere,andafewchillyEnglishsucceeded?