“Do kindly tell us who these ladies are,” asked Mrs
Moore.
“You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that.
You're superior to everyone in India except one or two
of the Ranis1, and they're on an equality.”
Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said
a few words of welcome in Urdu2. She had learned
the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she
knew none of the politer forms, and of the verbs only
the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over,
she inquired of her companions, “Is that what you
wanted?”
“Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak
their language, but we have only just come to their
country.”
“Perhaps we speak yours a little,” one of the ladies said.
“Why, fancy, she understands!” said Mrs Turton.
“Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park3 Corner,” said
another of the ladies.
“Oh yes, they're English-speaking.”