The document summarizes a short story about a dinner party held by colonial officials in India. During a debate about women's reactions in dangerous situations, the hostess notices a cobra in the room and discreetly alerts the servant. The American guest realizes there is a cobra present when he sees the servant leave milk on the veranda as bait. He uses a wager to keep the dinner guests perfectly still until the cobra emerges and leaves of its own accord, proving the colonel's point about nerve control. It is then revealed that the hostess knew of the cobra's presence because she felt it crawling across her foot under the table.
The document summarizes a short story about a dinner party held by colonial officials in India. During a debate about women's reactions in dangerous situations, the hostess notices a cobra in the room and discreetly alerts the servant. The American guest realizes there is a cobra present when he sees the servant leave milk on the veranda as bait. He uses a wager to keep the dinner guests perfectly still until the cobra emerges and leaves of its own accord, proving the colonel's point about nerve control. It is then revealed that the hostess knew of the cobra's presence because she felt it crawling across her foot under the table.
The document summarizes a short story about a dinner party held by colonial officials in India. During a debate about women's reactions in dangerous situations, the hostess notices a cobra in the room and discreetly alerts the servant. The American guest realizes there is a cobra present when he sees the servant leave milk on the veranda as bait. He uses a wager to keep the dinner guests perfectly still until the cobra emerges and leaves of its own accord, proving the colonel's point about nerve control. It is then revealed that the hostess knew of the cobra's presence because she felt it crawling across her foot under the table.
The country was India. A colonial official and his wife were giving a large dinner party. They were seated with their guests – army officers and government attaches and their wives, and a visiting American naturalist – in their spacious dining room, which had a bare marble floor, open rafters, and wide glass doors opening on to a veranda. A spirited discussion springs up between a young girl who insisted that women had outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at- the--sight-of-a-mouse era and a colonel who said that they hadn’t. “A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel said, “is to scream. And while a man might feel like it, he had that ounce more of nerve control than a woman had. And that last ounce was what counted.” The American did not join in the argument but watched the other guests. As he looked, he saw a strange expression came over the face of the hostess. She was staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly. With a slight gesture she summoned the servant standing behind her chair and whispered to him. The servant’s eyes widen, and he quickly left the room. Of the guests, none except the American noticed this or saw the servant placed a bowl of milk on the veranda just outside the open doors. The American came to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing – bait for a snake. He realized there must be a cobra in the room. He looked up at the rafters – the likeliest place – but they were bare. Three corners of the room were empty, and in the fourth the servants were waiting to serve the next course. There was only one place left – under the table. His first impulse was to jump back and warn the others, but he knew the commotion would frighten the cobra into striking. He spoke quickly, the tone of his voice so arresting that it sobered everyone. “I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count three hundred – that’s five minutes – and not one of you is to move a muscle. Those who move will forfeit fifty rupees. Ready!” The twenty people sit like stone images while he counted. He was saying “…two hundred and eighty…” when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cobra emerge and made for the bowl of milk. Screams rang out as he jumped to slam the veranda doors safely shut. “You were right, Colonel!” the host exclaims. “A man has just shown us an example of perfect control.” “Just a minute,” the American said, turning to his hostess. “Mrs.Wynnes, how did you know that cobra was in the room?” A faint smile lit up the woman’s face as she replied: “Because it was crawling across my foot.”