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He was anything but tactful with her. Like all men who have lived much alone, he adjusted himself<br />
better to ideas than to people. And so, though all their talk was superficial, he began to irritate her<br />
sometimes; not by what he said but by what he implied. There was an uneasiness between them, illdefined<br />
and yet often verging upon quarrels. When two people, one of whom has lived long in the<br />
country while the other is a newcomer, are thrown together, it is inevitable that the first should act as<br />
cicerone to the second. Elizabeth, during these days, was making her first acquaintance with Burma; it<br />
was Flory, naturally, who acted as her interpreter, explaining this, commenting upon that. And the<br />
things he said, or the way he said them, provoked in her a vague yet deep disagreement. For she<br />
perceived that Flory, when he spoke of the ‘natives’, spoke nearly always in favour of them. He was<br />
forever praising Burmese customs and the Burmese character; he even went so far as to contrast them<br />
favourably with the English. It disquieted her. After all, natives were natives–interesting, no doubt,<br />
but finally only a ‘subject’ people, an inferior people with black faces. His attitude was a little too<br />
tolerant. Nor had he grasped, yet, in what way he was antagonising her. He so wanted her to love<br />
Burma as he loved it, not to look at it with the dull, incurious eyes of a memsahib! He had forgotten<br />
that most people can be at ease in a foreign country only when they are disparaging the inhabitants.<br />
He was too eager in his attempts to interest her in things Oriental. He tried to induce her, for<br />
instance, to learn Burmese, but it came to nothing. (Her aunt had explained to her that only<br />
missionary-women spoke Burmese; nice women found kitchen Urdu quite as much as they needed.)<br />
There were countless small disagreements like that. She was grasping, dimly, that his views were not<br />
the views an Englishman should hold. Much more clearly she grasped that he was asking her to be<br />
fond of the Burmese, even to admire them; to admire people with black faces, almost savages, whose<br />
appearance still made her shudder!<br />
The subject cropped up in a hundred ways. A knot of Burmans would pass them on the road. She,<br />
with her still fresh eyes, would gaze after them, half curious and half repelled; and she would say to<br />
Flory, as she would have said to anybody:<br />
‘How revoltingly ugly these people are, aren’t they?’<br />
‘Are they? I always think they’re rather charminglooking, the Burmese. They have such splendid<br />
bodies! Look at that fellow’s shoulders–like a bronze statue. Just think what sights you’d see in<br />
England if people went about half naked as they do here!’<br />
‘But they have such hideous-shaped heads! Their skulls kind of slope up behind like a tom-cat’s.<br />
And then the way their foreheads slant back–it makes them look so wicked. I remember reading<br />
something in a magazine about the shape of people’s heads; it said that a person with a sloping<br />
forehead is a criminal type.’<br />
‘Oh, come, that’s a bit sweeping! Round about half me people in the world have that kind of<br />
forehead.’<br />
‘Oh, well, if you count coloured people, of course !——’<br />
Or perhaps a string of women would pass, going to the well: heavy-set peasant-girls, copper<br />
brown, erect under their water-pots with strong mare-like buttocks protruded. The Burmese women<br />
repelled Elizabeth more man the men; she felt her kinship with them, and the hatefulness of being kin<br />
to creatures with black faces.