One Maid's Mischief Part 84

"Think so?" said Chumbley, quietly.

"Think so? Of course! I'm getting terribly tired of this captivity! I must get away somehow. How many days have we been here?"

"Week," said Chumbley, laconically.

"A week of weeks it seems to me," said Hilton. "Horrible woman!"

"Well, I don't know," said Chumbley, "she seems to possess very great taste."

"Taste? The savage!"

"Well, great taste in taking a fancy to you. I think you ought to be very proud."

"Proud? I sicken with disgust! Pah! Don't let's talk about her, but try and make some plan to escape."

"Well, yes, I suppose we must do that; but 'pon my word, old fellow, I don't see how. I wish old Bolter were here."

"I wish Mrs Bolter were here to tackle this dreadful woman!" laughed Hilton. "We men can't manage her; but that clever, sharp little body would bring her to her senses. What do you want Bolter for?"

"Oh, he'd mix up a dose for the guards, and give it to them in their tea, or whatever they drink; then they'd go to sleep, and we could calmly walk back to the fort."

"I wonder what Harley thinks of our absence?"

"Thinks we're dead, probably, and reposing happily each of us in a crocodile sarcophagus. Well, Bertie, old man, what's to be done? The Inche Maida has quite cut us it seems, and we're all alone, I suppose.

Come, what's to be done to get us out of this plight? You're quite right, old fellow; it is most absurd!"

"Absurd? It is disgraceful! I feel as if we were not men, but a couple of silly girls!"

"With beards," said Chumbley.

"And now give me your advice."

"Well, that's soon done," replied Chumbley. "I've quite made up my mind what advice I shall give."

"Well, what?"

"Do you mean what shall we do?"

"Yes; of course."

"Nothing."

Hilton uttered an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n that was far from pious, and began to fume and fret, till Chumbley rose in his slow, c.u.mbrous fas.h.i.+on, placed a cigar in his friend's hand, and bade him smoke it.

"Look here, old fellow," he said, quietly, "if we are to escape, it can only be when a chance offers itself; and if you will bring your profound wisdom to bear upon the matter, you will see that all we can do is to wait for that chance."

"And until that chance comes we must put up with this wretched woman's insults!"

"Yes, if you like to call them so; and I'd do it, old fellow, without getting into a bad temper and calling names, seeing--"

"Seeing what?"

"That she tries to make up for her rather unladylike conduct by being very civil; while her cooking is good, the dinners excellent, and the breakfasts, the wines well chosen, and the cigars--there, did you ever smoke a better than that?"

"Oh, pis.h.!.+ Everyone can't take things as quietly as you do, Chumb."

"Poor fellows, no," said the latter, with a satisfied air. "It's the only quality I possess of which I am really proud. You see it makes me perfectly well suited for this climate, for no troubles or worries ever put me in a perspiration. I wish, though, we had a chess-board and men."

"Chess-board! men!" retorted Hilton, laughing, in a half-amused, half-vexed tone; "who in the world could ever think of playing chess!

Really, Chumbley, I believe you are quite happy and contented."

"Well, not so bad, dear boy--not so bad now the novelty and the unpleasantly of the affair have worn off. You see, a fellow has only so long to live. Well, isn't it a pity to spoil any of that time by making yourself miserable if you can help it? Take my advice and behave as young Jacob Faithful suggested, 'Take it coolly;' and as the sailor in another story I once read said, 'if you can't take it coolly, soldier, take it as coolly as you can.'"

Hilton bit the end of his cigar and then bit his lips; lay back thinking of Helen and then of Grey Stuart, the latter obtaining the larger portion of his thoughts.

As for Chumbley, he lay back on his divan and smoked, and thought it was very tiresome to be detained there, but granted that it was better than being detained in hospital from wounds or sickness; and as time wore on, Hilton, removed from the cares and anxieties of being one of Helen's lovers, settled down more and more into an imitation of his friend's coolness, his common-sense teaching him that Chumbley was right, and that his best chance of escaping was by waiting for his opportunity-- whenever that opportunity should come.

They had not seen anything of the Princess for some days, for she had evidently left them to cool down; but they had been admirably treated, and had grown a little less impatient of their prison, when one day a Malay servant entered their room, and with the most profound respect announced that the Inche Maida awaited the English chiefs in another room.

"Well, that's not such bad treatment of prisoners, if it don't mean a polite summons to execution. You first, old fellow; I'm only here as your confidential man."

As he spoke, Chumbley rose slowly, left his hookah, and prepared to follow the servant; while Hilton frowned, declared that it was all very ridiculous, but smoothing his countenance, he followed the Malay, and was ushered by him into a similar room to that which they had left, to find dinner laid out in a by no means untempting style, the Malay fas.h.i.+on being largely supplemented by additions that the Princess had not been slow to copy from her English friends.

The Inche Maida was elegantly dressed, as Chumbley said, like her table, for her costume was as much European as Malayan, her long sweeping robe, and the delicate lace cap that rested upon her magnificent black hair, having a decidedly Parisian look, while her scarf was the simple sarong of her country, glowing with bright colours.

She smiled as they entered, but her demeanour was full of dignity, as she offered Hilton her hand, that he might lead her to the table.

Hilton drew himself up and was evidently about to refuse. The next moment he relented, and took a step forward, but he was too late to pay his hostess the compliment she asked, for she had turned to Chumbley, who held out his arm and led her to the head of the table, retiring afterwards to the foot, and facing her, while Hilton took the place upon the Princess's right.

Perfectly unaware of Helen Perowne's position, the two prisoners, under the genial influences of a good dinner and unexceptionable wine, while granting that their situation was perfectly absurd, were ready to acknowledge that after all it would be nonsense to do otherwise than accept it, make the best of it, and refuse to be angry about a foolish woman's freak.

"I won't be disagreeable any more," thought Hilton, "but take things as they come, and be off at the first opportunity."

"'Pon my word," thought Chumbley, "this is better than that hot room at the fort. One always seems to be swallowing hot suns.h.i.+ne like melted b.u.t.ter with everything there one eats."

The result was that Hilton forgot all about Helen Perowne for the time, and found himself comparing Grey Stuart with the Inche Maida as the two opposite poles of womanly beauty--the acme of the dark, and the acme of the fair. But his thoughts were to a great extent turned from the ladies to the dinner, and following Chumbley's example, he ate heartily, drank pretty liberally of the wine--to drown care, he said--and by the time that the dessert was commenced he had concluded that life would after all be bearable without the society of Helen Perowne, who was, he told himself, a contemptible coquette.

He recanted from that declaration soon afterwards, the terms being, he thought, too hard; and then he fell into a state of wonderment at his contented frame of mind.

"I shall begin to think soon that the wound is after all not very deep."

"Your friend seems to be getting resigned to his lot," said the Princess, in a low voice to Chumbley, as, after dinner, they sat by the open window with a little table covered with fruit by their side, Hilton having kept his place.

"Yes, I suppose so," said Chumbley, thoughtfully; and then, to turn the conversation into another channel, "How do you manage to get such good claret here?"

"Oh," she said, laughing, "I am able to get most things here to help out the wants of our country. It is easy to have such things from Singapore. You like it?"

"It is delicious."