<h2 class="roman"><SPAN name="XI" id="XI"></SPAN>XI</h2>
<p class="chaphead">Mr Jabberjee finds himself in a position of extreme delicacy.</p>
<p class="clearpara"><span class="smcap">It</span> is an indubitable fact that the discovery of steam is the most
marvellous invention of the century. For had it been predicted
beforehand that innumerable millions of human beings would be
transported with security at a headlong speed for hundreds of miles
along a ferruginous track, the most temporary deviation from which would
produce the inevitable cataclysm and no end of a smash, the working
majority would have expressed their candid opinion of such rhodomontade
by cocking the contemptuous snook of incredulity.</p>
<p>And yet it is now the highly accomplished fact and matter of course!</p>
<p>Still, I shall venture to express the opinion that the pleasurability of
such railway journeys is largely dependent upon the person who may be
our travelling companion, and that some of the companies are not quite
careful enough in the exclusion of undesirable fellow-passengers. In
proof of which I now beg to submit an exemplary instance from personal
experience.</p>
<p>I was recently the payer of a ceremonial visit to a friend of my
boyhood, namely, <span class="smcap">Baboo Chuckerbutty Ram</span>,
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with whom, finding him at
home in his lodgings in a distant suburb, I did hold politely
affectionate intercourse for the space of two hours, and then departed,
as I had come, by train, and the sole occupant of a second-class dual
compartment divided by a low partition.</p>
<p>At the next station the adjoining compartment was suddenly invaded by a
portly female of the matronly type, with a rubicund countenance and a
bonnet in a dismantled and lopsided condition, who was bundled through
the doorway by the impetuosity of a porter, and occupied a seat in
immediate opposition to myself.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name='p81'></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p81.jpg" width-obs="439" height-obs="700" alt="A beaming simper of indescribable suavity."> <p class="center"> <span class="caption">"A BEAMING SIMPER OF INDESCRIBABLE SUAVITY."</span></p> </div>
<p>When the train resumed its motion, I observed that she was contemplating
me with a beaming simper of indescribable suavity, and though she was of
an unornamental exterior and many years my superior, I constrained
myself from motives of merest politeness to do some simperings in
return, since only a churlish would grudge such an economical and
inexpensive civility.</p>
<p>But whether she was of an unusually ardent temperament, or whether,
against my volition, I had invested my simper with an irresistible
winsomeness, I cannot tell; but she fell to making nods and becks and
wreathed smiles which reduced me to crimsoned sheepishness, and the
necessity of looking earnestly out of window at vacancy.</p>
<p>At this she entreated me passionately not to
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84"></SPAN></span> be unkind, inviting me to
cross to the next compartment and seat myself by her side; but I did
nill this invitation politely, urging that Company's bye-laws
countermanded the placing of boots upon the seat-cushions, and my utter
inability to pose as a <i>Romeo</i> to scale the barrier.</p>
<p>Whereupon to my lively horror and amazement, she did exclaim, "Then I
will come to <i>you</i>, darling!" and commenced to scramble precipitately
towards me over the partition!</p>
<p>At which I was in the blue funk, perceiving the <i>arcanum</i> of her design
to embrace me, and resolved to leave no stone unturned for the
preservation of my bacon. So, at the moment she made the entrance into
my compartment, I did simultaneously hop the twig into the next, and she
followed in pursuit, and I once more achieved the return with
inconceivable agility.</p>
<p>Then, as we were both, like <i>Hamlet</i>, fat and short of breath, I
addressed her gaspingly across the barrier, assuring her that it was as
if to milk the ram to set her bonnet at a poor young native chap who
regarded her with nothing but platonical esteem, and advising her to sit
down for the recovery of her wind.</p>
<p>But alack! this speech only operated to inspire her with <i>spretæ injuria
formæ</i>, and flourishing a large stalwart umbrella, she exclaimed that
she would teach me how to insult a lady.
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<p>After that she came floundering once again over the partition, and
guarding my loins, I leapt into the next compartment, seeing the affair
had become a <i>sauve qui peut</i>, and devil take the hindmost: and at the
nick of time, when she was about to descend like a wolf on a fold, I
most fortunately perceived a bell-handle provided for such pressing
emergencies and rung it with such unparalleled energy, that the train
immediately became stationary.</p>
<p>Then, as my female persecutress alighted on the floor of the compartment
in the limp condition of a collapse, I stepped across to my original
seat, and endeavoured to look as if with withers unwrung. Presently the
Guard appeared, and what followed I can best render in the dramatical
form of a dialogue:—</p>
<p><i>The Guard</i> (<i>addressing the </i>Elderly Female, <i>who is sitting smiling with
vacuity beneath the bell-pull</i>). So it is you who have sounded the
alarm! What is it all about?</p>
<p><i>The Elderly Female</i> (<i>with warm indignation</i>). Me? I never did! I am
too much of the lady. It was that young coloured gentleman in the next
compartment.</p>
<p class="txtright">[<i>At which the tip of my nose goes down with apprehensiveness</i>.</p>
<p><i>The Guard.</i> Indeed! A likely story! How could the gentleman ring this
bell from where he is?</p>
<p><i>Myself</i> (<i>with mental presence</i>). Well said,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86"></SPAN></span> Mister <span class="smcap">Guard</span>!
The thing is not humanly possible. <i>Rem acu tetigisti!</i></p>
<p><i>The Guard.</i> I do not understand Indian, Sir. If you have anything to
say about this affair, you had better say it.</p>
<p><i>Myself</i> (<i>combining discretion with magnanimousness</i>). As a chivalrous,
I must decline to bring any accusation against a member of the weaker
sex, and my tongue is hermetically sealed.</p>
<p><i>The Eld. F.</i> It was <i>him</i> who rang the alarm, and not me. He was in
this compartment, and I in that.</p>
<p><i>The Guard.</i> What? have you been playing at Hide-and-seek together,
then? But if your story is watertight, he must have rung the bell in a
state of abject bodily terror, owing to your chivying him about!</p>
<p><i>The Eld. F.</i> It is false! I have been well educated, and belong to an
excellent family. I merely wanted to kiss him.</p>
<p><i>The Guard.</i> I see what is your complaint. You have been imbibing the
drop too much and will hear of this from the Company. I must trouble
you, Mam, for your correct name and address.</p>
<p><i>Myself</i> (<i>after he had obtained this and was departing</i>). Mister Guard,
I do most earnestly entreat you not to abandon me to the tender mercies
of this feminine. I am not a proficient in physical courage, and have no
desire to test
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></SPAN></span> the
correctness of Poet <span class="smcap">Pope's</span> assertion, that Hell does
not possess the fury of a scorned woman. I request to be conducted into
a better-populated compartment.</p>
<p><i>The Guard</i> (<i>with complimentary jocosity</i>). Ah, such young good-looking
chaps as you ought to go about in a veil. Come with me, and I'll put you
into a smoker-carriage. You won't be run after there!</p>
<p>So the incident was closed, and I did greatly compliment myself upon the
sagacity and coolness of head with which I extricated myself from my
pretty kettle of fish. For to have denounced myself as the real alarmist
would have rendered the affair more, rather than less, discreditable to
my feminine companion, and I should have been arraigned before the
solemn bar of a police-court magistrate, who might even have made a Star
Chamber matter of the incident.</p>
<p>All is well that is well over, but when you have been once bitten, you
become doubly bashful. Consequently, this humble self will take care
that he does not on any subsequent occasion travel alone in a railway
compartment with a female woman.</p>
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