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‘What I mean is, Macgregor’ll have dropped that bloody rot about electing a native member, eh?<br />
Not the moment for it just now. After the rebellion and all that.’<br />
‘What about the rebellion, by the way?’ said Flory. He did not want to start wrangling about the<br />
doctor’s election yet. There was going to be trouble and to spare in a few minutes. ‘Any more news–<br />
are they going to have another try, do you think?’<br />
‘No. All over, I’m afraid. They caved in like the funks they are. The whole district’s as quiet as a<br />
bloody girls’ school. Most disappointing.’<br />
Flory’s heart missed a beat. He had heard Elizabeth’s voice in the next room. Mr Macgregor came<br />
in at this moment, Ellis and Mr Lackersteen following. This made up the full quota, for the women<br />
members of the Club had no votes. Mr Macgregor was already dressed in a silk suit, and was<br />
carrying the Club account-books under his arm. He managed to bring a sub-official air even into such<br />
petty business as a Club meeting.<br />
‘As we seem to be all here,’ he said after the usual greetings, ‘shall we–ah–proceed with our<br />
labours?’<br />
‘Lead on, Macduff,’ said Westfield, sitting down.<br />
‘Call the butler, someone, for Christ’s sake,’ said Mr Lackersteen. ‘I daren’t let my missus hear me<br />
calling him.’<br />
‘Before we apply ourselves to the agenda,’ said Mr Macgregor when he had refused a drink and the<br />
others had taken one, ‘I expect you will want me to run through the accounts for the half-year?’<br />
They did not want it particularly, but Mr Macgregor, who enjoyed this kind of thing, ran through the<br />
accounts with great thoroughness. Flory’s thoughts were wandering. There was going to be such a<br />
row in a moment–oh, such a devil of a row! They would be furious when they found that he was<br />
proposing the doctor after all. And Elizabeth was in the next room. God send she didn’t hear the noise<br />
of the row when it came. It would make her despise him all the more to see the others baiting him.<br />
Would he see her this evening? Would she speak to him? He gazed across the quarter-mile of<br />
gleaming river. By the far bank a knot of men, one of them wearing a green gaungbaung, were<br />
waiting beside a sampan. In the channel, by the nearer bank, a huge, clumsy Indian barge struggled<br />
with desperate slowness against the racing current. At each stroke the ten rowers, Dravidian<br />
starvelings, ran forward and plunged their long primitive oars, with heart-shaped blades, into the<br />
water. They braced their meagre bodies, then tugged, writhed, strained backwards like agonised<br />
creatures of black rubber, and the ponderous hull crept onwards a yard or two. Then the rowers<br />
sprang forward, panting, to plunge their oars again before the current should check her.<br />
‘And now,’ said Mr Macgregor more gravely, ‘we come to the main point of the agenda. That, of<br />
course, is this–ah–distasteful question, which I am afraid must be faced, of electing a native member<br />
to this Club. When we discussed the matter before——’<br />
‘What the hell!’<br />
It was Ellis who had interrupted. He was so excited that he had sprung to his feet.<br />
‘What the hell! Surely we aren’t starting that over again? Talk about electing a damned nigger to<br />
this Club, after everything that’s happened! Good God, I thought even Flory had dropped it by this<br />
time!’