This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XV CALCUTTA danced and raced. Ganendra lay in the jail hospital with pneumonia, and a hundred thousand people hung upon the doctor's daily word to the reporters; but Calcutta was otherwise occupied. The red hibiscus bushes waved gaily in the sun over the stucco garden walls, and the season's debutantes achieved their curtseys at Their Excellencies' Drawing-room, and jute fluctuated and coal went higher, and nobody but John Game and one or two others, including the eternally watchful Beauchamp, had time to notice that a sudden quietude had descended upon the suburbs and the bazars. Since the arrest of Ganendra no more meetings had been attempted, the students had gone back to their lectures; and the wind might have swept the city streets without turning a single revolutionary leaflet. The mill-hands and dock labourers trooped to their work; the market hummed, the Rajah of Kolapatta gave an expensive garden-party with attractions from the touring circus, and invited five hundred ladies and gentlemen out of the Calcutta Directory. Even the fever of the Indian papers seemed to have abated. Their constant attacks upon the policy of Government gave place to long articles upon the India of ancient poetry and fable; and references to modern politics and high officials were wrapped in parallels from religious mythology which nobody took the trouble to follow up. "Why in the world they should compare me to Ravana," complained Lord Campden, "I don't know. I never ran away with anybody." Sir Robert Farquhar, Home Member, chuckled at the sudden change. "Nothing like pulling these fellows up sharp," he said. "Letting them see that we mean business. Mark my words--the confiscation of the Lamp of Youth will be a landmark in the history of this country, and the tr...