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in that there is no disguising it, no elevating it into tragedy. It is more than merely painful, it is<br />
disgusting.<br />
But meanwhile, was it true, what he suspected? Had Verrall really become Elizabeth’s lover?<br />
There is no knowing, but on the whole the chances were against it, for, had it been so, there would<br />
have been no concealing it in such a place as Kyauktada. Mrs Lackersteen would probably have<br />
guessed it, even if the others had not. One thing was certain, however, and that was that Verrall had as<br />
yet made no proposal of marriage. A week went by, two weeks, three weeks; three weeks is a very<br />
long time in a small Indian station. Verrall and Elizabeth rode together every evening, danced together<br />
every night; yet Verrall had never so much as entered the Lackersteens’ house. There was endless<br />
scandal about Elizabeth, of course. All the Orientals of the town had taken it for granted that she was<br />
Verrall’s mistress. U Po Kyin’s version (he had a way of being essentially right even when he was<br />
wrong in detail) was that Elizabeth had been Flory’s concubine and had deserted him for Verrall<br />
because Verrall paid her more. Ellis, too, was inventing tales about Elizabeth that made Mr<br />
Macgregor squirm. Mrs Lackersteen, as a relative, did not hear these scandals, but she was growing<br />
nervous. Every evening when Elizabeth came home from her ride shewould meet her hopefully,<br />
expecting the ‘Oh, aunt! What do you think!’–and then the glorious news. But the news never came,<br />
and however carefully she studied Elizabeth’s face, she could divine nothing.<br />
When three weeks had passed Mrs Lackersteen became fretful and finally half angry. The thought of<br />
her husband, alone–or rather, not alone–in his camp, was troubling her. After all, she had sent him<br />
back to camp in order to give Elizabeth her chance with Verrall (not that Mrs Lackersteen would have<br />
put it so vulgarly as that). One evening she began lecturing and threatening Elizabeth in her oblique<br />
way. The conversation consisted of a sighing monologue with very long pauses–for Elizabeth made<br />
no answer whatever.<br />
Mrs Lackersteen began with some general remarks, apropos of a photograph in the Tatler, about<br />
these fast modem girls who went about in beach pyjamas and all that and made themselves so<br />
dreadfully cheap with men. A girl, Mrs Lackersteen said, should never make herself too cheap with a<br />
man; she should make herself–but the opposite of ‘cheap’ seemed to be ‘expensive’, and that did not<br />
sound at all right, so Mrs Lackersteen changed her tack. She went on to tell Elizabeth about a letter<br />
she had had from Home with further news of that poor, poor dear girl who was out in Burma for a<br />
while and had so foolishly neglected to get married. Her sufferings had been quite heart-rending, and<br />
it just showed how glad a girl ought to be to marry anyone, literally anyone. It appeared that the poor,<br />
poor dear girl had lost her job and been practically starving for a long time, and now she had actually<br />
had to take a job as a common kitchen maid under a horrid, vulgar cook who bullied her most<br />
shockingly. And it seemed that the black beetles in the kitchen were simply beyond belief! Didn’t<br />
Elizabeth think it too absolutely dreadful? Black beetles!<br />
Mrs Lackersteen remained silent for some time, to allow the black beetles to sink in, before<br />
adding:<br />
‘Such a pity that Mr Verrall will be leaving us when the rains break. Kyauktada will seem quite<br />
empty without him!’<br />
‘When do the rains break, usually?’ said Elizabeth as indifferently as she could manage.