The Essential Works of George Orwell. George Orwell

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СКАЧАТЬ the other members. And the course he suggests is this. If the idea finds any support in the Club, he thinks it would be better if we co-opted our native member. On the other hand, if the entire Club is against it, it can be dropped. That is, if opinion is quite unanimous.’

      ‘Well, it damned well is unanimous,’ said Ellis.

      ‘D’you mean,’ said Westfield, ‘that it depends on ourselves whether we have ’em in here or no?’

      ‘I fancy we can take it as meaning that.’

      ‘Well, then, let’s say we’re against it to a man.’

      ‘And say it bloody firmly, by God. We want to put our foot down on this idea once and for all.’

      ‘Hear, hear!’ said Mr Lackersteen gruffly. ‘Keep the black swabs out of it. Esprit de corps and all that.’

      Mr Lackersteen could always be relied upon for sound sentiments in a case like this. In his heart he did not care and never had cared a damn for the British Raj, and he was as happy drinking with an Oriental as with a white man; but he was always ready with a loud ‘Hear, hear!’ when anyone suggested the bamboo for disrespectful servants or boiling oil for Nationalists. He prided himself that though he might booze a bit and all that, dammit, he was loyal. It was his form of respectability. Mr Macgregor was secretly rather relieved by the general agreement. If any Oriental member were co-opted, that member would have to be Dr Veraswami, and he had had the deepest distrust of the doctor ever since Nga Shwe O’s suspicious escape from the jail.

      ‘Then I take it that you are all agreed?’ he said. ‘If so, I will inform the Commissioner. Otherwise, we must begin discussing the candidate for election.’

      Flory stood up. He had got to say his say. His heart seemed to have risen into his throat and to be choking him. From what Mr Macgregor had said, it was clear that it was in his power to secure the doctor’s election by speaking the word. But oh, what a bore, what a nuisance it was! What an infernal uproar there would be! How he wished he had never given the doctor that promise! No matter, he had given it, and he could not break it. So short a time ago he would have broken it, en bon pukka sahib, how easily! But not now. He had got to see this thing through. He turned himself sidelong so that his birthmark was away from the others. Already he could feel his voice going flat and guilty.

      ‘Our friend Flory has something to suggest?’

      ‘Yes. I propose Dr Veraswami as a member of this Club.’

      There was such a yell of dismay from three of the others that Mr Macgregor had to rap sharply on the table and remind them that the ladies were in the next room. Ellis took not the smallest notice. He had sprung to his feet again, and the skin round his nose had gone quite grey. He and Flory remained facing one another, as though on the point of blows.

      ‘Now, you damned swab, will you take that back?’

      ‘No, I will not.’

      ‘You oily swine! You nigger’s Nancy Boy! You crawling, sneaking, f—— bloody bastard!’

      ‘Order!’ exclaimed Mr Macgregor.

      ‘But look at him, look at him!’ cried Ellis almost tearfully. ‘Letting us all down for the sake of a pot-bellied nigger! After all we’ve said to him! When we’ve only got to hang together and we can keep the stink of garlic out of this Club for ever. My God, wouldn’t it make you spew your guts up to see anyone behaving like such a ——?’

      ‘Take it back, Flory, old man!’ said Westfield. ‘Don’t be a bloody fool!’

      ‘Downright Bolshevism, dammit!’ said Mr Lackersteen.

      ‘Do you think I care what you say? What business is it of yours? It’s for Macgregor to decide.’

      ‘Then do you—ah—adhere to your decision?’ said Mr Macgregor gloomily.

      ‘Yes.’

      Mr Macgregor sighed. ‘A pity! Well, in that case I suppose I have no choice—’

      ‘No, no, no!’ cried Ellis, dancing about in his rage. ‘Don’t give in to him! Put it to the vote. And if that son of a bitch doesn’t put in a black ball like the rest of us, we’ll first turf him out of the Club himself, and then—well! Butler!’

      ‘Sahib!’ said the butler, appearing.

      ‘Bring the ballot box and the balls. Now clear out!’ he added roughly when the butler had obeyed.

      The air had gone very stagnant; for some reason the punkah had stopped working. Mr Macgregor stood up with a disapproving but judicial mien, taking the two drawers of black and white balls out of the ballot box.

      ‘We must proceed in order. Mr Flory proposes Dr Veraswami, the Civil Surgeon, as a member of this Club. Mistaken, in my opinion, greatly mistaken; however—! Before putting the matter to the vote—’

      ‘Oh, why make a song and dance about it?’ said Ellis. ‘Here’s my contribution! And another for Maxwell.’ He plumped two black balls into the box. Then one of his sudden spasms of rage seized him, and he took the drawer of white balls and pitched them across the floor. They went flying in all directions. ‘There! Now pick one up if you want to use it!’

      ‘You damned fool! What good do you think that does?’

      ‘Sahib!’

      They all started and looked around. The chokra was goggling at them over the veranda rail, having climbed up from below. With one skinny arm he clung to the rail and with the other gesticulated towards the river.

      ‘Sahib! Sahib!’

      ‘What’s up?’ said Westfield.

      They all moved for the window. The sampan that Flory had seen across the river was lying under the bank at the foot of the lawn, one of the men clinging to a bush to steady it. The Burman in the green gaungbaung was climbing out.

      ‘That’s one of Maxwell’s Forest Rangers!’ said Ellis in quite a different voice. ‘By God! something’s happened!’

      The Forest Ranger saw Mr Macgregor, shikoed in a hurried, preoccupied way and turned back to the sampan. Four other men, peasants, climbed out after him, and with difficulty lifted ashore the strange bundle that Flory had seen in the distance. It was six feet long, swathed in cloths, like a mummy. Something happened in everybody’s entrails. The Forest Ranger glanced at the veranda, saw that there was no way up, and led the peasants round the path to the front of the Club. They had hoisted the bundle onto their shoulders as funeral bearers hoist a coffin. The butler had flitted into the lounge again, and even his face was pale after its fashion—that is, grey.

      ‘Butler!’ said Mr Macgregor sharply.

      ‘Sir!’

      ‘Go quickly and shut the door of the card-room. Keep it shut. Don’t let the memsahibs see.’

      ‘Yes, sir!’

      The Burmans, with their burden, came heavily down the passage. As they entered the leading man staggered and almost fell; he had trodden on one of the white balls that were scattered about the floor. The Burmans knelt down, lowered СКАЧАТЬ