"But most undesirable, nevertheless," expostulated Dya Ram, quickly.
"We have duly appealed against the order to the higher court, and our legal course is to await the result."
The priest looked at him, sullenly scornful; for such as he are no favourites with the hereditary Levites of India.
"The _jogi_ hath appealed to the G.o.ds," he retorted, "and they will give judgment without the help of such as thou, pleader-_jee!_"
"Hark to the pious one!" murmured the crowd again, admiringly responsive, as ever, to a hint of religious sentiment.
"But it will confuse issues--it is irregular--and I who drew up the pet.i.tion object _in toto_," began Dya Ram in angry protest, when a friend interrupted him consolingly in English.
"True. As it has been said, it is impossible to serve G.o.d and Mammon; yet seeing that miracles are, as Herbert Spencer proves, _ipsi facto_--"
The ludicrous inadequacy of logic to the mental caliber of those around him, struck one of the little party of progress keenly, and he broke in, as he pa.s.sed on, "What is the use of combatting such ignorance?
It is for us--who represent the intellect of India--to pioneer the way--"
The rest was lost as the little party went on discussing their own position.
"Mayhap "twas to Ramanund"s house the _churail_ was coming; there was such a corpse went from it a week or two since; and they return from far," said an old man, looking after the last speaker.
Gopi, the _gosain_, laughed. "This one, I"ll wager, was sent back because of the ca.n.a.l. Mark my words, Mai Gunga will return them all now. "Tis the _Huzoors"_ doing."
A curious shiver ran through the crowd of men. To have your women against you, to feel in your heart that they cannot help being revengeful, that their blood is on your head, is ever the greatest of dreads. And so many lives held the possibility of this revenge.
Am-ma, philosophically seated on the outskirts of the group, trying to sell his fish, laughed vaingloriously again.
"Only for fools! The miss-_sahiba_ and the lights, and I, can defy devils."
Here he stood up, and, with frightful grimaces of joy and uncouth salaams, greeted the appearance of Erda Shepherd, who, in the mission-lady"s uniform of blouse and skirt, white pith hat, green veil, and bag of books, came out of a neighbouring alley.
It was not a becoming dress, Lance Carlyon told himself, as, on his way back from escort duty to some lingering bigwig of the camp, he, at the same moment, came cantering up the bazaar towards the Fort.
She could not say the same of his. It was the first time she had seen him in uniform, and the sight of the scarlet and gold, the b.u.t.tons, the fal-lals generally, took her breath away. There are, in fact, few women whom they do not impress.
Yet, curiously enough, her impulse was to pa.s.s on without speaking; his, to do what he did, namely, pull up, dismount, and shake hands. And still more curiously, the reason for both these impulses was the same; the presence beside Erda of a tall, rather weedy-looking man, with a long, black coat and a long, red beard.
"Let me introduce my cousin, the Reverend David Campbell," said Erda, with great dignity, somewhat marred by a fine blush.
"I thought it must be," rejoined Lance, coolly. He might have said he was certain of it; that a fellow could scarcely feel a desire to murder another fellow at an instant"s notice, unless that fellow was your rival.
Yet, still more curiously again, this notion of rivalry had come to Lance in an instant also. Before he caught sight of Erda and her _fiance_ he would have sworn that though he had been a bit cut up at hearing the nicest girl he had ever met was already engaged, he had never had the remotest idea of fighting against the fact. But the first glance at the two walking together had changed all this. Here by G.o.d"s grace was the one maid for him. And another man had--
Not a bad looking chap, certainly. Better dressed, too, than most missionaries. That was because he was fresh out from England. Any fool, though, could be that with an English tailor. Yes, not a bad sort; but not the sort for _her_.
"You"ve been out on your rounds, I suppose," he said, pointing to Erda"s books.
"Yes," answered the Reverend David, with eager a.s.sent, and the benevolent smile which includes the smiler"s own virtue in smiling; "and I have been privileged for the first time to see somewhat of the n.o.ble work Englishwomen are doing for their Indian sisters. It is no easy task, Mr. Carlyon, for delicate--"
"I like it," put in Erda, with a faint frown at the missionary-report style of her cousin"s enthusiasm. "So there is no use wasting your pity on me, David."
"Pity!" he echoed, in appropriating approval. "I did not even pity you when they called you evil names." Being of the new school of Free church ministers, he put all possible ill into ev-il like any ritualistic curate.
"Do they call you names?" asked Lance, sharply.
Erda gave a vexed look at her cousin. For the first time in her life the militant joy at persecution of the true proselytizer failed her.
"Sometimes, not often," she said, quite apologetically. "They happened to do so to-day, and David heard it; there are so many strangers about, you see, who don"t know me."
"And what did you do?" Lance"s eyes were on the Reverend David this time.
"Do?" repeated the latter, in faint surprise. "Nothing, of course. We missionaries hear such things joyfully--for--for the Work"s sake."
There was dignity in his tone and manner.
"By Jove!" said Lance, softly, under his breath, "if I"d been there, there would have been a row. Besides," he added, quite argumentatively, "if I believed in my work as you do I"d be hanged if I let anybody "_krab_"[9] it--or me--for it"s the same thing. Not at least, without trying to make "em answer for it all I know."
The Reverend David Campbell shook his head. "That is not our view.
Erda, the meeting is at nine, and it is already the half-hour.
To-morrow, you see, Mr. Carlyon, is our field-day, and we have to arrange our forces."
Once more the flavour of the missionary report made Erda shrink, but Lance nodded.
"A field-day for most of us. I expect to be in the saddle all day.
Good-by, Miss Shepherd."
But something in the girl rose up in revolt at parting with him thus.
When he had been out of sight, she had faced the probability of never seeing him any more with equanimity. Now she felt that she must tell him she was leaving Eshwara the very next day, or the day after; that she must make this a _real_ good-by.
"I have to see another old woman in an alley close by first, David,"
she said. "You had better go on and let me follow."
Yet when he had gone, after another joyously militant paean over the work, she stood silent. It seemed somehow too sunshiny for words. Then she looked up at Lance, and her heart sank. For something in his face told her, in an instant, that she had been too long in letting him know of her engagement to her cousin. The fact, by rousing her indignation,--since it was impossible to go about proclaiming that you were not available for idle people to fall in love with,--helped her to be hard.
"You need not have been so fierce just now," she said, with an unreal little laugh. "People won"t have many more chances of calling me names in Eshwara. I told you, didn"t I, that I was going; but it will be sooner than I expected--to-morrow, or next day."
"Then I shan"t see you again?" He grasped the meaning to him in an instant, and the wondering pain in his voice awoke an echo in her heart.
"I suppose so; for Mr. Campbell"s appointment will be at the other end of India; unless, indeed--" she could not withstand his look--"my Aunt has asked a few friends in to tea this afternoon to say good-by. If you, or Captain Dering, cared--"
"Of course I"ll come," he interrupted quietly. "Now which way are you going, for I am going too?"
She looked at him helplessly. "But you can"t," she began.
"Oh, yes, I can! I"ll finish the smoke you interrupted, while you polish off the old lady. They"re not going to have a chance of--of abusing the _work_ again."
He had a most ingenious way of appealing to her sense of humour, and though it was partly at her cousin"s expense, she laughed as they set off together--a most incongruous couple. He had little time for his smoke, however, for he had barely left off watching the point where she had disappeared, for any hint of felonious calling of names, when she reappeared in company with Father Ninian, the latter looking almost pope-like, yet also curiously native, in the white washing _soutane_ and skull-cap which he invariably wore in his visitations. His face was rather stern, and he had his spectacles on.
"Ah! Mr. Carlyon," he said, surprised in his turn, "I am glad. Will you take Miss Shepherd home? I want to go over to Dr. Dillon at once: and I have advised her not to visit in this quarter to-day. There are many lodging houses for the pilgrims, and--"
"Did they call names?" asked Lance, belligerent at once.