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XVIII<br />
After the row overnight Ellis was looking forward to a week of baiting Flory. He had nicknamed him<br />
Nancy–short for nigger’s Nancy Boy, but the women did not know that–and was already inventing<br />
wild scandals about him. Ellis always invented scandals about anyone with whom he had quarrelled–<br />
scandals which grew, by repeated embroideries, into a species of saga. Flory’s incautious remark that<br />
Dr Veraswami was a ‘damned good fellow’ had swelled before long into a whole Daily Worker-ful<br />
of blasphemy and sedition.<br />
‘On my honour, Mrs Lackersteen,’ said Ellis–Mrs Lackersteen had taken a sudden dislike to Flory<br />
after discovering the great secret about Verrall, and she was quite ready to listen to Ellis’s tales–‘on<br />
my honour, if you’d been there last night and heard the things that man Flory was saying–well, it’d<br />
have made you shiver in your shoes!’<br />
‘Really! You know, I always thought he had such curious ideas. What has he been talking about<br />
now? Not Socialism, I hope?’<br />
‘Worse.’<br />
There were long recitals. However, to Ellis’s disappointment, Flory had not stayed in Kyauktada to<br />
be baited. He had gone back to camp the day after his dismissal by Elizabeth. Elizabeth heard most of<br />
the scandalous tales about him. She understood his character perfectly now. She understood why it<br />
was that he had so often bored her and irritated her. He was a highbrow–her deadliest word–a<br />
highbrow, to be classed with Lenin, A. J. Cook and the dirty little poets in the Montparnasse cafés.<br />
She could have forgiven him even his Burmese mistress more easily than that. Flory wrote to her<br />
three days later; a weak, stilted letter, which he sent by hand–his camp was a day’s march from<br />
Kyauktada. Elizabeth did not answer.<br />
It was lucky for Flory that at present he was too busy to have time to think. The whole camp was at<br />
sixes and sevens since his long absence. Nearly thirty coolies were missing, the sick elephant was<br />
worse than ever, and a vast pile of teak logs which should have been sent off ten days earlier were<br />
still waiting because the engine would not work. Flory, a fool about machinery, struggled with the<br />
bowels of the engine until he was black with grease and Ko S’la told him sharply that white men<br />
ought not to do ‘coolie-work’. The engine was finally persuaded to run, or at least to totter. The sick<br />
elephant was discovered to be suffering from tapeworms. As for the coolies, they had deserted<br />
because their supply of opium had been cut off–they would not stay in the jungle without opium,<br />
which they took as a prophylactic against fever. U Po Kyin, willing to do Flory a bad turn, had caused<br />
the Excise Officers to make a raid and seize the opium. Flory wrote to Dr Veraswami, asking for his