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‘Do you not see, woman? Do you not see that if Veraswami is disgraced I shall be elected to the<br />
Club myself?’<br />
The effect of it was crushing. There was not another word of argument on Ma Kin’s part. The<br />
magnificence of U Po Kyin’s project had struck her dumb.<br />
And not without reason, for all the achievements of U Po Kyin’s life were as nothing beside this. It<br />
is a real triumph–it would be doubly so in Kyauktada–for an official of the lower ranks to worm his<br />
way into the European Club. The European Club, that remote, mysterious temple, that holy of holies<br />
far harder of entry than Nirvana! Po Kyin, the naked gutter-boy of Mandalay, the thieving clerk and<br />
obscure official, would enter that sacred place, call Europeans ‘old chap’, drink whisky and soda and<br />
knock white balls to and fro on the green table! Ma Kin, the village woman, who had first seen the<br />
light through the chinks of a bamboo hut thatched with palm leaves, would sit on a high chair with her<br />
feet imprisoned in silk stockings and high-heeled shoes (yes, she would actually wear shoes in that<br />
place!) talking to English ladies in Hindustani about baby-linen! It was a prospect that would have<br />
dazzled anybody.<br />
For a long time Ma Kin remained silent, her lips parted, thinking of the European Club and the<br />
splendours that it might contain. For the first time in her life she surveyed U Po Kyin’s intrigues<br />
without disapproval. Perhaps it was a feat greater even than the storming of the Club to have planted<br />
a grain of ambition in Ma Kin’s gentle heart.