Rudyard Kipling: 440+ Short Stories in One Edition (Illustrated). Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

know anything about the Regiment.

      MACKESY. It is bigamy, then?

      ANTHONY. Maybe. Do you mean to say that you men have forgotten, or is there more charity in the world than I thought?

      DOONE. You don't look pretty when you are trying to keep a secret. You bloat. Explain.

      ANTHONY. Mrs. Herriott!

      BLAYNE. (After a long pause, to the room generally.) It's my notion that we are a set of fools.

      MACKESY. Nonsense. That business was knocked on the head last season. Why, young Mallard—

      ANTHONY. Mallard was a candlestick, paraded as such. Think awhile. Recollect last season and the talk then. Mallard or no Mallard, did Gaddy ever talk to any other woman?

      CURTISS. There's something in that. It was slightly noticeable now you come to mention it. But she's at Naini Tal and he's at Simla.

      ANTHONY. He had to go to Simla to look after a globetrotter relative of his—a person with a title. Uncle or aunt.

      BLAYNE. And there he got engaged. No law prevents a man growing tired of a woman.

      ANTHONY. Except that he mustn't do it till the woman is tired of him. And the Herriott woman was not that.

      CURTISS. She may be now. Two months of Naini Tal work wonders.

      DOONE. Curious thing how some women carry a Fate with them. There was a Mrs. Deegie in the Central Provinces whose men invariably fell away and got married. It became a regular proverb with us when I was down there. I remember three men desperately devoted to her, and they all, one after another, took wives.

      CURTISS. That's odd. Now I should have thought that Mrs. Deegie's influence would have led them to take other men's wives. It ought to have made them afraid of the judgment of Providence.

      ANTHONY. Mrs. Herriott will make Gaddy afraid of something more than the judgment of Providence, I fancy.

      BLAYNE. Supposing things are as you say, he'll be a fool to face her. He'll sit tight at Simla.

      ANTHONY. 'Shouldn't be a bit surprised if he went off to Naini to explain. He's an unaccountable sort of man, and she's likely to be a more than unaccountable woman.

      DOONE. What makes you take her character away so confidently?

      ANTHONY. Primum tempus. Gaddy was her first, and a woman doesn't allow her first man to drop away without expostulation. She justifies the first transfer of affection to herself by swearing that it is for ever and ever. Consequently—

      BLAYNE. Consequently, we are sitting here till past one o'clock, talking scandal like a set of Station cats. Anthony, it's all your fault. We were perfectly respectable till you came in. Go to bed. I'm off. Good-night all.

      CURTISS. Past one! It's past two, by Jove, and here's the khit coming for the late charge. Just Heavens! One, two, three, four, five rupees to pay for the pleasure of saying that a poor little beast of a woman is no better than she should be. I'm ashamed of myself. Go to bed, you slanderous villains, and if I'm sent to Beora to-morrow, be prepared to hear I'm dead before paying my card account!

The Tents of Kedar

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      Only why should it be with pain at all,

       Why must I 'twixt the leaves of coronal

       Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?

       Why should the other women know so much,

       And talk together:—Such the look and such

       The smile he used to love with, then as now.

      Any Wife to any Husband.

      SCENE.-A Naini Tal dinner for thirty-four. Plate, wines, crockery, and khitmatgars carefully calculated to scale of Rs. 6000 per mensem, less Exchange. Table split lengthways by bank of flowers.

      MRS. HERRIOTT. (After conversation has risen to proper pitch.) Ah! 'Didn't see you in the crush in the drawing-room. (Sotto voce.) Where have you been all this while, Pip?

      CAPTAIN GADSBY. (Turning from regularly ordained dinner partner and settling hock glasses.) Good evening. (Sotto voce.) Not quite so loud another time. You've no notion how your voice carries. (Aside.) So much for shirking the written explanation. It'll have to be a verbal one now. Sweet prospect! How on earth am I to tell her that I am a respectable, engaged member of society and it's all over between us?

      MRS. H. I've a heavy score against you. Where were you at the Monday Pop? Where were you on Tuesday? Where were you at the Lamonts' tennis? I was looking everywhere.

      CAPT. G. For me! Oh, I was alive somewhere, I suppose. (Aside.) It's for Minnie's sake, but it's going to be dashed unpleasant.

      MRS. H. Have I done anything to offend you? I never meant it if I have. I couldn't help going for a ride with the Vaynor man. It was promised a week before you came up.

      CAPT. G. I didn't know—

      MRS. H. It really was.

      CAPT. G. Anything about it, I mean.

      MRS. H. What has upset you to-day? All these days? You haven't been near me for four whole days—nearly one hundred hours. Was it kind of you, Pip? And I've been looking forward so much to your coming.

      CAPT. G. Have you?

      MRS. H. You know I have! I've been as foolish as a schoolgirl about it. I made a little calendar and put it in my card-case, and every time the twelve o'clock gun went off I scratched out a square and said: 'That brings me nearer to Pip. My Pip!'

      CAPT. G. (With an uneasy laugh.) What will Mackler think if you neglect him so?

      MRS. H. And it hasn't brought you nearer. You seem farther away than ever. Are you sulking about something? I know your temper.

      CAPT. G. No.

      MRS. H. Have I grown old in the last few months, then? (Reaches forward to bank of flowers for menu-card.)

      MRS. H. (To partner.) Oh, thanks. I didn't see.

      MRS. H. Keeps her arm at full stretch for three seconds.

      PARTNER ON LEFT. Allow me. (Hands menu-card.) (Turns right again.) Is anything in me changed at all?

      CAPT. G. For Goodness' sake go on with your dinner! You must eat something. Try one of those cutlet arrangements. (Aside.) And I fancied she had good shoulders, once upon a time! What an ass a man can make of himself!

      MRS. H. (Helping herself to a paper frill, seven peas, some stamped carrots and a spoonful of gravy.) That isn't an answer. Tell me whether I have done anything.

      CAPT. G. (Aside.) If it isn't ended here there will be a ghastly scene somewhere else. If only I'd written to her and stood the racket—at long range! (To Khitmatgar.) Han! Simpkin do. (Aloud.) I'll tell you later on.

      MRS. H. Tell me now. It must be some foolish misunderstanding, and you know that there was to be nothing of that sort between us. We, of all people in the world, can't afford it. Is it the Vaynor man, and don't you like to say so? On my honour—

      CAPT. G. I haven't given the Vaynor man a thought.

      MRS. H. But how d'you know that I haven't?

      CAPT. G. (Aside.) Here's my chance and may the Devil help me through with it. (Aloud and measuredly.) Believe me, I do not care how often or how tenderly you think of the Vaynor man.

      MRS. H. I wonder if you mean that.—Oh, what is the good of squabbling and pretending to misunderstand