'
'I never made a mistake in my life at least, never one that I couldn't
explain away afterwards.'
'Going to make a mistake,' went on Mrs. Mallowe composedly. 'It
is impossible to start a salon in Simla. A bar would be much more
to the point.'
'Perhaps, but why? It seems so easy.'
'Just what makes it so difficult. How many clever women are there
in Simla?'
'Myself and yourself,' said Mrs. Hauksbee, without a moment's
hesitation.
'Modest woman! Mrs. Feardon would thank you for that. And how
many clever men?'
'Oh er hundreds,' said Mrs. Hauksbee vaguely.
'What a fatal blunder! Not one. They are all bespoke by the
Government. Take my husband, for instance. Jack was a clever
man, though I say so who shouldn't. Government has eaten him up.
All his ideas and powers of conversation he really used to be a
good talker, even to his wife in the old days are taken from him by
this this kitchen-sink of a Government. That's the case with every
man up here who is at work. I don't suppose a Russian convict
under the knout is able to amuse the rest of his gang; and all our
men-folk here are gilded convicts.'
'But there are scores '
'I know what you're going to say. Scores of idle men up on leave. I
admit it, but they are all of two objectionable sets. The Civilian
who'd be delightful if he had the military man's knowledge of the
world and style, and the military man who'd be adorable if he had
the Civilian's culture.
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