II. A SIAMESE PREMIER AT HOME.

I started up, arranged my dress, and smoothed my hair; though no water

nor any after-touches could remove the shadow that night of gloom and

loneliness had left upon my face. But my boy awoke with eager,

questioning eyes, his smile bright and his hair lustrous. As we knelt

together by the window at the feet of "Our Father," I could not but ask

in the darkness of my trouble, did it need so bitter a baptism as ours

to purify so young a soul?

In an outer room we met Mrs. B---- _en déshabillé_, and scarcely so

pretty as at our first meeting, but for her smile, remarkable for its

subtile, evanescent sweetness. At breakfast our host joined us, and,

after laughing at our late predicament and fright, assured me of that

which I have since experienced,--the genuine goodness of the Prince Krom

Lhuang Wongse. Every foreign resident of Bangkok, who at any time has

had friendly acquaintance or business with him, would, I doubt not, join

me in expressions of admiration and regard for one who has maintained

through circumstances so trying and under a system so oppressive an

exemplary reputation for liberality, integrity, justice, and humanity.

Soon after breakfast the Prime Minister's boat, with the slave

interpreter who had questioned me on the steamer, arrived to take us to

his Excellency's palace.

[Illustration: THE PRIME MINISTER.]

In about a quarter of an hour we found ourselves in front of a low

gateway, which opened on a wide courtyard, or "compound," paved with

rough-hewn slabs of stone. A brace of Chinese mandarins of ferocious

aspect, cut in stone and mounted on stone horses, guarded the entrance.

Farther on, a pair of men-at-arms in bass-relief challenged us; and near

these were posted two living sentries, in European costume, but without

shoes. On the left was a pavilion for theatrical entertainments, one

entire wall being covered with scenic pictures. On the right of this

stood the palace of the Prime Minister, displaying a semicircular

_façade_; in the background a range of buildings of considerable extent,

comprising the lodgings of his numerous wives. Attached to the largest

of these houses was a charming garden of flowers, in the midst of which

a refreshing fountain played. His Excellency's residence abounded within

in carvings and gildings, elegant in design and color, that blended and

harmonized in pleasing effects with the luxurious draperies that hung in

rich folds from the windows.

We moved softly, as the interpreter led us through a suite of spacious

saloons, disposed in ascending tiers, and all carpeted, candelabraed,

and appointed in the most costly European fashion. A superb vase of

silver, embossed and burnished, stood on a table inlaid with

mother-of-pearl and chased with silver. Flowers of great variety and

beauty filled the rooms with a delicious though slightly oppressive

fragrance. On every side my eyes were delighted with rare vases,

jewelled cups and boxes, burnished chalices, dainty statuettes,--

_objets de virtu_, Oriental and European, antique and modern, blending

the old barbaric splendors with the graces of the younger arts.

As we waited, fascinated and bewildered, the Prime Minister suddenly

stood before us,--the semi-nude barbarian of last night. I lost my

presence of mind, and in my embarrassment would have left the room. But

he held out his hand, saying, "Good morning, _sir_! Take a seat, _sir_!"

which I did somewhat shyly, but not without a smile for his comical

"sir." I spied a number of young girls peeping at us from behind

curtains, while the male attendants, among whom were his younger

brothers, nephews, and cousins, crouched in the antechamber on all

fours. His Excellency, with an expression of pleased curiosity, and that

same grand unconsciousness of his alarming poverty of costume,

approached us nearly, and, with a kindly smile patting Boy on the head,

asked him his name. But the child cried aloud, "Mamma, come home!

Please, mamma, come home!" and I found it not easy to quiet him.

Presently, mustering courage for myself also, I ventured to express my

wish for a quiet house or apartments, where I might be free from

intrusion, and at perfect liberty before and after school-hours.

When this reasonable request was interpreted to him--seemingly in a few

monosyllables--he stood looking at me, smiling, as if surprised and

amused that I should have notions on the subject of liberty. Quickly

this look became inquisitive and significant, so that I began to fancy

he had doubts as to the use I might make of my stipulated freedom, and

was puzzled to conjecture why a woman should wish to be free at all.

Some such thought must have passed through his mind, for he said

abruptly, "You not married!"

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