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Policemen he looked on as no better than coolies. ‘Christ, what God-forsaken swine!’ he was often<br />
heard to mutter as he moved down the ranks inspecting, with the old subahdar carrying his sword<br />
behind him. Verrall had even been in trouble once for his outspoken opinions on native troops. It was<br />
at a review, and Verrall was among the group of officers standing behind the general. An Indian<br />
infantry regiment approached for the march-past.<br />
‘The —— Rifles,’ somebody said.<br />
‘And look at it,’ said Verrall in his surly boy’s voice.<br />
The white-haired colonel of the —— Rifles was standing near. He flushed to the neck, and<br />
reported Verrall to the general. Verrall was reprimanded, but the general, a British Army officer<br />
himself, did not rub it in very hard. Somehow, nothing very serious ever did happen to Verrall,<br />
however offensive he made himself. Up and down India, wherever he was stationed, he left behind<br />
him a trail of insulted people, neglected duties and unpaid bills. Yet the disgraces that ought to have<br />
fallen on him never did. He bore a charmed life, and it was not only the handle to his name that saved<br />
him. There was something in his eye before which duns, burra memsahibs and even colonels quailed.<br />
It was a disconcerting eye, pale blue and a little protuberant, but exceedingly dear. It looked you<br />
over, weighed you in the balance and found you wanting, in a single cold scrutiny of perhaps five<br />
seconds. If you were the right kind of man–that is, if you were a cavalry officer and a polo player–<br />
Verrall took you for granted and even treated you with a surly respect; if you were any other type of<br />
man whatever, he despised you so utterly that he could not have hidden it even if he would. It did not<br />
even make any difference whether you were rich or poor, for in the social sense he was not more than<br />
normally a snob. Of course, like all sons of rich families, he thought poverty disgusting and that poor<br />
people are poor because they prefer disgusting habits. But he despised soft living. Spending, or rather<br />
owing, fabulous sums on clothes, he yet lived almost as ascetically as a monk. He exercised himself<br />
ceaselessly and brutally, rationed his drink and his cigarettes, slept on a camp bed (in silk pyjamas)<br />
and bathed in cold water in the bitterest winter. Horsemanship and physical fitness were the only<br />
gods he knew. The stamp of hooves on the maidan, the strong, poised feeling of his body, wedded<br />
centaur-like to the saddle, the polo-stick springy in his hand–these were his religion, the breath of his<br />
life. The Europeans in Burma–boozing, womanising, yellow-faced loafers–made him physically sick<br />
when he thought of their habits. As for social duties of all descriptions, he called them poodle-faking<br />
and ignored them. Women he abhorred. In his view they were a kind of siren whose one aim was to<br />
lure men away from polo and enmesh them in tea-fights and tennis-parties. He was not, however,<br />
quite proof against women. He was young, and women of nearly all kinds threw themselves at his<br />
head; now and again he succumbed. But his lapses soon disgusted him, and he was too callous when<br />
the pinch came to have any difficulty about escaping. He had had perhaps a dozen such escapes during<br />
his two years in India.<br />
A whole week went by. Elizabeth had not even succeeded in making Verrall’s acquaintance. It was<br />
so tantalising! Every day, morning and evening, she and her aunt walked down to the Club and back<br />
again, past the maidan; and there was Verrall, hitting the polo-balls the sepoys threw for him,<br />
ignoring the two women utterly. So near and yet so far! What made it even worse was that neither<br />
woman would have considered it decent to speak of the matter directly. One evening the polo-ball,