<h2 class="roman"><SPAN name="XV" id="XV"></SPAN>XV</h2>
<p class="chaphead">Mr Jabberjee is asked out to dinner. Unreasonable behaviour of his betrothed. His
doubts concerning the social advantages of a Boarding Establishment, with some scathing
remarks upon ambitious pretenders. He goes out to dinner, and meets a person of some importance.</p>
<p class="clearpara"><span class="smcap">The</span> pleasing impression produced by this humble self upon both Mister
and Mrs <span class="smcap">Allbutt-Innett</span> at the wedding of their eldest daughter became
speedily prolific of golden fruit in the request of the honour of my
company for dinner at 8.15 <span class="smcap">p.m.</span> on a subsequent evening.</p>
<p>Incidentally recounting this prime compliment to my lovely <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span>, I
was astounded that she did not share my jubilations, but was, on the
contrary, the sore subject at not being included in such invitation,
which, as I explained, was totally irrational, seeing that the inviters
remained unaware of her nude existence. She, however, maintained that I
ought to have mentioned that I was an affianced, and have refused to sit
at any banquet at which she was
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117"></SPAN></span> fobbed off with a cold shoulder. This
again was absurd, since the moiety of a loaf is preferable to total
deprivation of the staff of life, and moreover, in my country, it is
customary for the husband-elect to take his meals apart from his bride
that is to be; nor does she ever touch food until he has previously
assuaged his pangs of hunger. Notwithstanding, she would not be pacified
until I had bestowed upon her a gold and turquoise ring of best English
workmanship, as an olive-branch and calumet of peace.</p>
<p>But, outside Porticobello House, I have been close as wax on the subject
of my flowery chains, and it was especially inconceivable that I should
inform my friend <span class="smcap">Howard</span> of same, since he has frequently bantered me in
wonderment that a respectable Oriental magnate should reside in such a
very ordinary and third-rate boarding establishment, where it was an
impossibility to gain any real familiarity with smart and refined
English society.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name='p115'></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p115.jpg" width-obs="548" height-obs="700" alt="Some haughty masculine might insult her under my very nose."> <p class="center"> <span class="caption">"SOME HAUGHTY MASCULINE MIGHT INSULT HER UNDER MY VERY NOSE."</span></p> </div>
<p>And who knows that if I should introduce Miss <span class="smcap">Jessie</span> into company of a
superior caste, some haughty masculine might insult her under my very
nose; and lack-a-daisy! where would she find a protector?</p>
<p>I am certainly oppressed by an increasing dubiety whether Mrs <span class="smcap">Mankletow</span>
is verily such an upper crustacean and <i>habituée</i> of the <i>beau monde</i> as
she did represent herself to be. It is well-nigh incomprehensible that any individual
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118"></SPAN></span>should seek to appear of a higher social
status than Nature has provided; but my youthful acquaintance, <span class="smcap">Allbutt-Innett</span>, Jun.,
Esq., informs me that this is a common failing among the English
classes, who fondly imagine that nothing is needed to render a frog the
exact equivalent to an ox except an increased quantity of air,
forgetting that if a frog is abnormally inflated, it is apt to provide
the rather ludicrous catastrophe of exploding from excessive
swellishness!</p>
<p>However <i>revenons à nos moutons</i>—<i>id est</i>, the dinner party.</p>
<p>I intended to be the early bird at Prince's Square, but, owing to a
rarity among the hansom cabs, did not arrive until most of the guests
were already assembled, being welcomed with effusive hospitality by the
household god and goddess, Mr and Mrs <span class="smcap">Allbutt-Innett</span>, who begged leave
to present to me all the most distinguished of their friends.</p>
<p>Then—<i>pop</i>, and <i>à l'improviste</i>—the door was thrown open, and a
butler announced <i>ore rotundo</i>, Sir <span class="smcap">Chetwynd Cummerbund</span>, whom, in the
wink of an eye, I recognised as an ex-Justice of the very court in
Calcutta in which my male progenitor practises as a mook-tear, or
attorney, and who, moreover, was familiar with myself almost <i>ab ovo</i>,
having been more than once humbly presented to his notice by my said
father, with a request for his patronising
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119"></SPAN></span> opinion of my abilities, and
the feasibility of my education at a London Inn of Court!</p>
<p>Oh, my gracious! I was as if to sink through the carpet, and sought to
draw in my horns of dilemma behind a column, when, to my uncontrollable
dismay, my hostess led him towards me, with the remark that he was
probably already acquainted in India with His Highness Prince <span class="smcap">Jabberjee</span>.</p>
<p>The Hon'ble Retired Judge at this did merely smile indulgently,
observing that India was a country of considerable extensiveness, and
inquiring of me in my own tongue where my <i>raj</i> was situated, and the
strength of my army, though with a scintillation in his visual organs
that told me he knew me perfectly well.</p>
<p>And I, realising that honesty was my best policy of insurance from his
displeasure, did throw myself frankly on the mercy of the Court,
protesting volubly in native language that I was an industrious poor
Bengali boy, and had always regarded him as my beloved father; that I
was not to blame because certain foolish, ignorant persons imagined me
to be some species of Rajah; and earnestly representing to him that our
kind mutual hostess would be woefully distressed by any disclosures.
"Let your Hon'ble Ludship," I said, "only remain hermetically sealed,
and preserve this as a trade secret, and my sisters, sisters-in-law, and aunts
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120"></SPAN></span> shall
always chant hymns on the Ganges for your Honour's felicities!"</p>
<p>His Honour, laughing good-naturedly, did tell me that if I liked to
assume the plumes of a daw, it was no affair of his, and kindly promised
to respect my confidences—at which I was greatly relieved. Indeed,
throughout the evening, nothing could exceed his affability, for, being
seated on the other side of the hostess, opposite myself, he showed me
the greatest honour and deference, frequently requesting my views on
such subjects as Increased Representation of the People of India, the
National Congress, and so forth; upon which, being now perfectly
reassured and at my ease, I discoursed with facundity, and did loudly
extol the intellectual capacity of the Bengalis, as evinced by
marvellous success in passing most difficult exams., and denouncing it
as a crying injustice and beastly shame that fullest political powers
should not be conceded to them, and that they should not be eligible for
all civil appointments <i>pari passu</i>, or even in priority to Englishmen.</p>
<p>Wherein his Honour did warmly agree, assuring me with fatherly
benignancy of the pleasure with which he would hear of my appointment to
be Head of a District somewhere on the Punjab frontier, and mentioning
how a certain native Bengali gentleman of his acquaintance,
Deputy-Commissioner <span class="smcap">Grish Chunder Dé</span>,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_121" id="Page_121"></SPAN></span> Esq., M.A., had distinguished
himself splendidly (according to the printed testimony of Hon'ble
<span class="smcap">Kipling</span>) in such a post of danger.</p>
<p>I replied, that I was not passionately in love with personal danger, and
that in my case <i>cedant arma togæ</i>, and my tongue was mightier than my
sword, but that there was no doubt that we Bengalis were intellectually
competent to govern the whole country, provided only that we were backed
up from behind by a large English military force to uphold our
authority, as otherwise we should soon be the pretty pickles, owing to
brutal violence from Sikhs, Rajputs, Marathas, and similar uncivilised
coarse races.</p>
<p>And Sir <span class="smcap">Chetwynd</span> expressed his lively satisfaction that I appreciated
some of the advantages of the British occupation.</p>
<p>Thus, through my presence of mind in boldly grappling with the nettle, I
turned what might have been a disaster into a conspicuous triumph, for
all the company, seeing the favour I was in with such a big wig as
Hon'ble <span class="smcap">Cummerbund</span>, listened to me with spell-bound enchantment,
especially my friend <span class="smcap">Howard's</span> sprightly young sister, a damsel of
distinguished personal attractiveness, who was seated on my other side.
Her birth-name is <span class="smcap">Louisa-Gwendolen</span>; but her family and intimates, so she
did inform me, call her "<span class="smcap">Wee-Wee</span>."</p>
<p>Of the dinner itself I can speak highly, as
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_122" id="Page_122"></SPAN></span> being inexpressibly
superior, both in stylishness of service and for the quality of the
food, etc., to any meals hitherto furnished by Mrs <span class="smcap">Mankletow's</span> mahogany
board. Nevertheless, I wondered to find the <span class="smcap">Allbutt-Innetts</span> behind the
times in one respect, viz., the lighting, which was with old-fashioned
candles and semi-obscured lamps, instead of the more modern and
infinitely more brilliant illumination of gas! Here, at least, though in
other particulars of very mediocre elegance, I must pronounce
Porticobello House the more up to date.</p>
<p>In taking leave, I did thank Hon'ble Sir <span class="smcap">Chetwynd Cummerbund</span> profusely
for so discreetly retaining its feline contents within the generous bag
of his mouth, whereat he clapped my back very cordially, advising me to
abstain for the future from a super-abundance of frills, since the
character of a diligent legal native student was a precious lily that
needed no princely gilding, and adding that he was indebted to me for a
most entertaining and mirthful evening. This I do not understand, as I
had not uttered any of the facetious puns and conceits wherewith it is
my <i>wont</i>—when I <i>will</i><SPAN name='FNanchor_1'></SPAN><SPAN href='#Footnote_1' class='fnanchor'>[1]</SPAN>—to set the table in a simper.</p>
<p>But possibly I may have spoken rather humorously unawares, and it is proverbial that
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123"></SPAN></span> these exalted
legal luminaries are pleased with a rattle and tickled by a straw.</p>
<p>On my return I did omit to mention Miss <span class="smcap">Wee-Wee</span> to <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span>;
but, after all, <i>cui bono</i>?</p>
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<div class='footnote'><p><SPAN name='Footnote_1'></SPAN><SPAN href='#FNanchor_1'><span class="label">[1]</span></SPAN>
This is a fairly sample specimen, though I have frequently surpassed
it in waggish drollery.—<i>H. B. J.</i></p>
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