Under the Deodars | Page 4

with red flannel or list, is it? that they put into the tops of
those fearful things. I can draw you a picture of them.'
'Lucy, for Heaven's sake, don't go waving your arms about in that
idiotic manner! Recollect every one can see you from the Mall.'
'Let them see! They'll think I am rehearsing for The Fallen Angel. Look!
There's The Mussuck. How badly he rides. There!'
She blew a kiss to the venerable Indian administrator with infinite
grace.
'Now,' she continued, 'he'll be chaffed about that at the Club in the
delicate manner those brutes of men affect, and the Hawley Boy will
tell me all about it softening the details for fear of shocking me. That
boy is too good to live, Polly. I've serious thoughts of recommending
him to throw up his commission and go into the Church. In his present
frame of mind he would obey me. Happy, happy child!'
'Never again,' said Mrs. Mallowe, with an affectation of indignation,
'shall you tiffin here! ''Lucindy your behaviour is scand'lus." '

'All your fault,' retorted Mrs. Hauksbee, 'for suggesting such a thing as
my abdication. No! jamais! nevaire! I will act, dance, ride, frivol, talk
scandal, dine out, and appropriate the legitimate captives of any woman
I choose, until I d-r-r-rop, or a better woman than I puts me to shame
before all Simla, and it's dust and ashes in my mouth while I'm doing
it!'
She swept into the drawing-room. Mrs. Mallowe followed and put an
arm round her waist.
'I'm not!' said Mrs. Hauksbee defiantly, rummaging for her
handkerchief. 'I've been dining out the last ten nights, and rehearsing in
the afternoon. You'd be tired yourself. It's only because I'm tired.'
Mrs. Mallowe did not offer Mrs. Hauksbee any pity or ask her to lie
down, but gave her another cup of tea, and went on with the talk.
'I've been through that too, dear,' she said.
'I remember,' said Mrs. Hauksbee, a gleam of fun on her face. 'In '84,
wasn't it? You went out a great deal less next season.'
Mrs. Mallowe smiled in a superior and Sphinx-like fashion.
'I became an Influence,' said she.
'Good gracious, child, you didn't join the Theosophists and kiss
Buddha's big toe, did you? I tried to get into their set once, but they cast
me out for a sceptic without a chance of improving my poor little mind,
too.'
'No, I didn't Theosophilander. Jack says '
'Never mind Jack. What a husband says is known before. What did you
do?'
'I made a lasting impression.'
'So have I for four months. But that didn't console me in the least. I

hated the man. Will you stop smiling in that inscrutable way and tell
me what you mean?'
Mrs. Mallowe told.
'And you mean to say that it is absolutely Platonic on both sides?'
'Absolutely, or I should never have taken it up.'
'And his last promotion was due to you?'
Mrs. Mallowe nodded.
'And you warned him against the Topsham Girl?'
Another nod.
'And told him of Sir Dugald Delane's private memo about him?'
A third nod.
'Why?'
'What a question to ask a woman! Because it amused me at first. I am
proud of my property now. If I live, he shall continue to be successful.
Yes, I will put him upon the straight road to Knighthood, and
everything else that a man values. The rest depends upon himself.'
'Polly, you are a most extraordinary woman.'
'Not in the least. I'm concentrated, that's all. You diffuse yourself, dear;
and though all Simla knows your skill in managing a team '
'Can't you choose a prettier word?'
'Team, of half-a-dozen, from The Mussuck to the Hawley Boy, you
gain nothing by it. Not even amusement.'
'And you?'

'Try my recipe. Take a man, not a boy, mind, but an almost mature,
unattached man, and be his guide, philosopher, and friend. You'll find it
the most interesting occupation that you ever embarked on. It can be
done you needn't look like that because I've done it.'
'There's an element of risk about it that makes the notion attractive. I'll
get such a man and say to him, ''Now, understand that there must be no
flirtation. Do exactly what I tell you, profit by my instruction and
counsels, and all will yet be well." Is that the idea?'
'More or less,' said Mrs. Mallowe, with an unfathomable smile. 'But be
sure he understands.'
II
Dribble-dribble trickle-trickle
What a lot of raw dust!
My dollie's had an accident
And out came all the sawdust!
Nursery Rhyme.
So Mrs. Hauksbee, in 'The Foundry' which overlooks Simla Mall, sat at
the feet of Mrs. Mallowe and gathered wisdom. The end of the
Conference was the Great Idea upon which Mrs. Hauksbee so