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there would be a scandal when they came back to the Club together after a long absence; but damn it!<br />
what did it matter? She was different from that herd of fools at the Club. And it would be such fun to<br />
go to the pwe together! At this moment the music burst out with a fearful pandemonium–a strident<br />
squeal of pipes, a rattle like castanets and the hoarse thump of drums, above which a man’s voice was<br />
brassily squalling.<br />
‘Whatever is that noise?’ said Elizabeth, stopping. ‘It sounds just like a jazz band!’<br />
‘Native music. They’re having a pwe–that’s a kind of Burmese play; a cross between a historical<br />
drama and a revue, if you can imagine that. It’ll interest you, I think. Just round the bend of the road<br />
here.’<br />
‘Oh,’ she said rather doubtfully.<br />
They came round the bend into a glare of light. The whole road for thirty yards was blocked by the<br />
authence watching the pwe. At the back there was a raised stage, under humming petrol lamps, with<br />
the orchestra squalling and banging in front of it; on the stage two men dressed in clothes that<br />
reminded Elizabeth of Chinese pagodas were posturing with curved swords in their hands. All down<br />
the roadway it was a sea of white muslin backs of women, pink scarves flung round their shoulders<br />
and black hair-cylinders. A few sprawled on their mats, fast asleep. An old Chinese with a tray of<br />
peanuts was threading his way through the crowd, intoning mournfully, ‘Myaypè! Myaypè!’<br />
‘We’ll stop and watch a few minutes if you like,’ Flory said.<br />
The blaze of lights and the appalling din of the orchestra had almost dazed Elizabeth, but what<br />
starded her most of all was the sight of this crowd of people sitting in the road as though it had been<br />
the pit of a theatre.<br />
‘Do they always have their plays in the middle of the road?’ she said.<br />
‘As a rule. They put up a rough stage and take it down in the morning. The show lasts all night.’<br />
‘But are they allowed to–blocking up the whole roadway?’<br />
‘Oh yes. There are no traffic regulations here. No traffic to regulate, you see.’<br />
It struck her as very queer. By this time almost the entire authence had turned round on their mats to<br />
stare at the ‘Ingaleikma’. There were half a dozen chairs in the middle of the crowd, where some<br />
clerks and officials were sitting. U Po Kyin was among them, and he was making efforts to twist his<br />
elephantine body round and greet the Europeans. As the music stopped the pock-marked Ba Taik came<br />
hastening through the crowd and shikoed low to Flory, with his timorous air.<br />
‘Most holy one, my master U Po Kyin asks whether you and the young white lady will not come and<br />
watch our pwe for a few minutes. He has chairs ready for you.’<br />
‘They’re asking us to come and sit down,’ Flory said to Elizabeth. ‘Would you like to? It’s rather<br />
fun. Those two fellows will clear off in a moment and there’ll be some dancing. If it wouldn’t bore<br />
you for a few minutes?’<br />
Elizabeth felt very doubtful. Somehow it did not seem right or even safe to go in among that smelly<br />
native crowd. However, she trusted Flory, who presumably knew what was proper, and allowed him<br />
to lead her to the chairs. The Burmans made way on their mats, gazing after her and chattering; her<br />
shins brushed against warm muslin-clad bothes, there was a feral reek of sweat. U Po Kyin leaned<br />
over towards her, bowing as well as he could and saying nasally: