Lahore – Lucknow
21st January 1907
I bought some other photos of The Residency [sieged in the Indian Mutiny 1857] yesterday, some views I hadn’t taken. My films are running short.I don’t like to encroach on my last dz [dozen?] – in case the ones I have ordered do not arrive.I want to keep some to take the wedding group. The wedding is fixed now for January 31st at Dholi from the Studd’s house, friends of Jocks.
Dholi 30th January
I was quite teary to leave Lucknow. We have been here so long [about 21 days] and I had got accustomed to the place………People were continually passing through that we knew – and it wasn’t dull for a moment…….The last day was a rush from early in the morning – packing and wires [telegrams?] and continual disturbances.We also got disturbing letters from P & O so we have no idea when we shall be able to leave for Shanghai.A telegram came from the Morriss’s saying:-
It was nice hearing from them.
We left Lucknow at 9.30.Had that night in the train and all day yesterday. [Jan. 29] It was hot.Appallingly hot – but we managed to get through without serious evil effects.Jock came across a man at one of the stations that he had known years and years ago.He introduced us to him and we had tea together.We arrived at Dholi Station about 7.30 [p.m.] Mr Studd and Teddie came to meet us.We drove home in American buggies – lovely things.Bobie and I came with Teddie, a short cut across country.It reminded me of another drive.There was an eclipse of the moon – a beauty. [There was a partial eclipse of the moon on 29 January1907 which was visible in India.] What came between us and the moon I don’t know because the sun had set hours before. [Islay appears not to understand the mechanism of a lunar eclipse.] We arrived here and found the Australians were still here.The two girls we have heard so much of.Funnily, we had met them in Shanghai.The Studds were most awfully nice to us and made us feel at home at once.But I was tired and was glad to get to bed soon after dinner.B and I have a room together and we sleep under mosquito nets … in January!
Directly after tiffin we unpacked the wedding cake and I took a snapshot of it. We poked Cupid into this tight.I hope he will come out [you can see the Cupid on the cake]. We recruited Jock and Conkie to stand by it and shake hands over it but they refused.Bad manners.
Mr Studd has driven Conkie to his bungalow where they are to spend their honeymoon.She says it is too sweet.“A wee bungalow perched on a lake.”They are to be married at 11 a.m. tomorrow and drive off there afterwards.Fancy, tomorrow is the day already.
The other Australian girl is Miss Robertson.She reminds me of Maudie Carrall.She is a little, amusing, dark girl.We had [played] bridge this afternoon and great fun altogether.We are quite a large party.There are the farm hands as well!The Studds do [grow] indigo and jute and sugar cane apparently!
Mr Anderson is “Ripper’s” brother.I like him. I thought he was a buffoon at first – but now I think he is ever so nice.The other man’s name is Lars, a fat person and a trifle dull, I think.Lars [is] rather taken by Miss Robertson.This evening we had plenty of music and more bridge.I am awfully glad we came here – they are sweet to us.How much nicer than having the wedding in Lucknow.Jock’s presents to us came today.They are lovely Kukri brooches with the P of W [Prince of Wales] feathers on top –in diamonds and rubies.
31st January 1907
Mais Moi, for this has been a day and a half – from early dawn have I been at it. Poor Jock and Constance were both on tenterhooks, I believe, the whole time – but they had at least no arrangements to make.There were the rest of us with the weighty responsibility of the world upon our shoulders.The parson came by the early train – 8 a.m.He went about with sheaves of paper that had to be signed – first one party and then the other and Teddy, the best man, thought he was running the whole show.
We made a sweet chapel out of Teddy’s study – a long, narrow room.Miss Moor made the bride’s bouquet and Alec [Mr. Anderson] made himself a nuisance but an amusing nuisance. Mr. Studd lost his keys at the moment when the “plats” for the wedding breakfast had to be brought forth from the Shire Room.I don’t know the brilliant person who ran them to earth – but everything went swimmingly and the poor jaded workers smiled and smoked and certainly survived this labour of love.The ceremony took place about 11.10. I should think.The bride did not keep the assembly waiting – Both the contracting parties were on the spot.
Bobie and I made sweet bridesmaids.The chief one [Islay herself] was attired in an old King Crêpeskirt, long – Harry’s muslin blouse, a pretty red waistband made by Carbonwell for a tissoie [a type of woven silk] dress.A hat, a dream of blue and green – and a chain of yellow amber presented by the Empress of China.She had open work stockings and luckily the shoes she wore hid the holes in the heel.Bridesmaid No. 2 [Beatrix] had a short white skirt (naval drill) which showed off her pretty ankles to great advantage.She wore also a muslin blouse and a chain of turquoise matrix – a white band with Roses – a pretty little compliment to the bridegroom.The bride was attired in white.
The ceremony over, names were signed in the book – Mother, Mr Studd and Teddy were witnesses.I wasn’t asked, I was rather hurt – but all in a day’s work.One must take the downs with the ups.
A grand finale of kissing.The padre couldn’t kiss the bride – he was about 5 ft. 2 but the best man did and omitted the like chance with his chief bridesmaid – Ah well, it was his loss, not mine.When he realized his mistake he wanted to make it good but such a chance doesn’t come twice in a man’s life.Then we had a very jovial breakfast.I didn’t eat much, only saddle of mutton and guinea foul and ham and pudding and cake.There was a grand cutting of cake and when we had eaten thereof we drank each other’s health. The send off was a marvel.The decorations of the carriage were too beautiful.The horse had a bunch of sweet peas tied on its tail, a rag fluttered from the whip and a white shoe dangled behind the trap.Showers of rose leaves and rice were thrown after the retreating couple.The poor chief bridesmaid got more rice than anyone I’m sure. – every one was in excellent spirits.
We made it you know.I feel as though I were writing a letter.It’s a pity no one is going to read this.It seems rather interesting to me.
On Honeymoon at: “A wee bungalow perched on a lake.”