Hey Everyone! On Fridays, I will, hopefully and Lord willing, be sharing a short/or long stories that I have read, or have found, or whatever. There is also a possibility that I may share a chapter here and there from a story(stories) of my own work! Today I am going to be sharing with you guys a story called The Dinner Party, by Mona Gardner. This is a story based in India, and it has a theme of courage. Are you ready? Let’s “listen” 😀
The country is India. A large dinner party is being given in an up-country station by a colonial official and his wife. The guests are army officers and government attachés and their wives, and an American naturalist.
At one side of the long table a spirited discussion springs up between a young girl and a colonel. The girl insists women have long outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-sight-of-a-mouse era, that they are not as fluttery as their grandmothers. The colonel says they are, explaining that women haven’t the actual nerve control of men. The other men at the table agree with him.
“A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel says, “is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, yet he has that ounce more of control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts!”
The American scientist does not join in the argument, but sits watching the faces of the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, the muscles of her face contracting slightly. With a small gesture she summons the native boy standing behind her chair. She whispers to him. The boy’s eyes widen: he turns quickly and leaves the room. No one else sees this, nor the boy when he puts a bowl of milk on the verandah outside the glass doors.
The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing. It is bait for a snake. He realizes there is a cobra in the room.
He looks up at the rafters–the likeliest place–and sees they are bare. Three corners of the room, which he can see by shifting only slightly, are empty. In the fourth corner a group of servants stand, waiting until the next course can be served. The American realizes there is only one place left–under the table.
His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others. But he knows the commotion will frighten the cobra and it will strike. He speaks quickly, the quality of his voice so arresting that it sobers everyone.
“I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count to three hundred–that’s five minutes–and not one of you is to move a single muscle. The persons who move will forfeit 50 rupees. Now! Ready!”
The 20 people sit like stone image while he counts. He is saying “…two-hundred and eighty…” when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the cobra emerge and make for the bowl of milk. Four or five screams ring out as he jumps to slam shut the verandah doors.
“You were certainly right, Colonel!” the host says. “A man has just shown us an example of real control.”
“Just a minute, ” the American says, turning to his hostess, “there’s one thing I’d like to know. Mrs. Wynnes, how did you know that cobra was in the room?”
A faint smile lights up the woman’s face as she replies: “Because it was lying across my foot.”
So, what did you all think of this story? The lesson is courage, even though it starts off as a dinner conversation.
Oh, and here are the meanings for attachés and rupees.
attachés: diplomatic aides to the ambassador
rupees: the principal silver coins of British India
Thanks for reading! ❤