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It was a joke between the two men to pretend that the British Empire was an aged female patient of<br />
the doctor’s. The doctor had enjoyed this joke for two years without growing tired of it.<br />
‘Ah, doctor,’ said Flory, supine in the long chair, ‘what a joy to be here after that bloody Club.<br />
When I come to your house I feel like a Nonconformist minister dodging up to town and going home<br />
with a tart. Such a glorious holiday from them’–he motioned with one heel in the direction of the<br />
Club–‘from my beloved fellow Empirebuilders. British prestige, the white man’s burden, the pukka<br />
sahib sans peur et sans reproche–you know. Such a relief to be out of the stink of it for a little<br />
while.’<br />
‘My friend, my friend, now come, come, please! That iss outrageous. You must not say such things<br />
of honourable English gentlemen!’<br />
‘You don’t have to listen to the honourable gentlemen talking, doctor. I stood it as long as I could<br />
this morning. Ellis with his “dirty nigger”, Westfield with his jokes, Macgregor with his Latin tags<br />
and please give the bearer fifteen lashes. But when they got on to that story about the old havildar–you<br />
know, the dear old havildar who said that if the British left India there wouldn’t be a rupee or a virgin<br />
between–you know; well, I couldn’t stand it any longer. It’s time that old havildar was put on the<br />
retired list. He’s been saying the same thing ever since the Jubilee in ’eighty-seven.’<br />
The doctor grew agitated, as he always did when Flory criticised the Club members. He was<br />
standing with his plump white-clad behind balanced against the veranda rail, and sometimes<br />
gesticulating. When searching for a word he would nip his black thumb and forefinger together, as<br />
though to capture an idea floating in the air.<br />
‘But truly, truly, Mr Flory, you must not speak so! Why iss it that always you are abusing the pukka<br />
sahibs, ass you call them? They are the salt of the earth. Consider the great things they have done–<br />
consider the great administrators who have made British India what it iss. Consider Clive, Warren<br />
Hastings, Dalhousie, Curzon. They were such men–I quote your immortal Shakespeare–ass, take them<br />
for all in all, we shall not look upon their like again!’<br />
‘Well, do you want to look upon their like again? I don’t.’<br />
‘And consider how noble a type iss the English gentleman! Their glorious loyalty to one another!<br />
The public-school spirit! Even those of them whose manner iss unfortunate–some Englishmen are<br />
arrogant, I concede–have the great, sterling qualities that we Orientals lack. Beneath their rough<br />
exterior, their hearts are of gold.’<br />
‘Of gilt, shall we say? There’s a kind of spurious good-fellowship between the English and this<br />
country. It’s a tradition to booze together and swap meals and pretend to be friends, though we all hate<br />
each other like poison. Hanging together, we call it. It’s a political necessity. Of course drink is what<br />
keeps the machine going. We should all go mad and kill one another in a week if it weren’t for that.<br />
There’s a subject for one of your uplift essayists, doctor. Booze as the cement of empire.’<br />
The doctor shook his head. ‘Really, Mr Flory, I know not what it iss that hass made you so cynical.<br />
It iss so most unsuitable! You–an English gentleman of high gifts and character–to be uttering<br />
seditious opinions that are worthy of the Burmese Patriot!’<br />
‘Seditious?’ Flory said. ‘I’m not seditious. I don’t want the Burmans to drive us out of this country.<br />
God forbid! I’m here to make money, like everyone else. All I object to is the slimy white man’s