A Dangerous Fortune(74)
“Very well, I shall.”
So far, so good, Augusta thought. But showing him the bait was the easy part. Now she had to get him on the hook. She said thoughtfully: “And the world of commerce should reciprocate, of course. More businessmen should serve their country in the House of Lords, I feel.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and she guessed that his quick mind was beginning to understand the bargain he was being offered. “No doubt,” he said noncommittally.
Augusta developed her theme. “Both Houses of Parliament would benefit from the knowledge and wisdom of senior businessmen, especially when debating the nation’s finances. Yet there is a curious prejudice against a businessman’s being elevated to the peerage.”
“There is, and it is quite irrational,” Hobbes admitted. “Our merchants, manufacturers and bankers are responsible for the nation’s prosperity, much more so than landowners and clergymen; yet it is the latter who are ennobled for their services to the nation, while the men who really make and do things are overlooked.”
“You should write an article about the question. It is the kind of cause for which your journal has campaigned in the past—the modernization of our ancient institutions.” She gave him her warmest smile. Her cards were on the table now. He could hardly fail to see that this campaign was the price he had to pay for the company directorships she was offering. Would he stiffen, look offended, and beg to differ? Would he walk out in a huff? Would he smile and turn her down gracefully? If he did any of those things she would have to start all over again with someone else.
There was a long pause, then he said: “Perhaps you’re right.”
Augusta relaxed.
“Perhaps we should take this up,” he went on. “Closer links between commerce and government.”
“Peerages for businessmen,” Augusta said.
“And company directorships for journalists,” he added.
Augusta sensed that they had gone as far as they could in the direction of frankness, and it was time to pull back. If it were admitted that she was bribing him he might be humiliated and refuse. She was well satisfied with what she had achieved, and she was about to change the subject when more guests arrived and she was saved the trouble.
The rest of the party arrived in a bunch, and Joseph appeared at the same time. A few moments later Hastead came in and said: “Dinner is served, sir,” and Augusta longed to hear him say my lord instead of sir.
They walked from the drawing room through the hall to the dining room. The rather short procession bothered Augusta. In aristocratic houses there was often a long and very elegant walk to the dining room, and it was a high point of the dinner-party ritual. The Pilasters traditionally scorned to copy upper-class manners, but Augusta felt differently. To her this house seemed irredeemably suburban. But she had failed to persuade Joseph to move.
Tonight she had arranged for Edward to walk in to dinner with Emily Maple, a shy, pretty girl of nineteen who was with her father, a Methodist minister, and her mother. They were plainly overwhelmed by the house and the company, and hardly fitted in, but Augusta was getting desperate in her search for a suitable bride for Edward. The boy was now twenty-nine years old and he had never shown a spark of interest in any eligible girl, to his mother’s frustration. He could hardly fail to find Emily attractive: she had big blue eyes and a sweet smile. The parents would be thrilled by such a match. As for the girl, she would have to do as she was told. But Edward might need to be pushed. The trouble was, he saw no reason to marry. He enjoyed his life with his male friends, going to his club and so on, and settling down to married life had little appeal. For a while she had blithely assumed this was just a normal phase in a young man’s life, but it had gone on too long, and lately she had begun to worry whether he would ever come out of it. She would have to put pressure on him.
On her left at the table Augusta placed Michael Fortescue, a personable young man with political aspirations. He was said to be close to the prime minister, Benjamin Disraeli, who had been ennobled and was now Lord Beaconsfield. Fortescue was the second of the three people Augusta needed to help her get Joseph a peerage. He was not as clever as Hobbes but he was more sophisticated and self-assured. Augusta had been able to overawe Hobbes, but she would have to seduce Fortescue.
Deacon Maple said grace and Hastead poured wine. Neither Joseph nor Augusta would drink wine, but they offered it to their guests. As the consommé was served Augusta smiled warmly at Fortescue and said in a low, intimate voice: “When are we going to see you in Parliament?”
“I wish I knew,” he said.
“Everyone speaks of you as a brilliant young man, as you must know.”
He was pleased but embarrassed by her flattery. “I’m not sure I do know.”
“And you’re so good-looking, too—that never hurts.”
He looked rather startled. He had not expected her to flirt—but he was not averse to it.
“You shouldn’t wait for a general election,” she went on. “Why don’t you stand in a by-election? It should be easy enough to arrange—people say you have the ear of the prime minister.”
“You’re very kind—but by-elections are expensive, Mrs. Pilaster.”
It was the response she had been hoping for, but she did not let him know that. “Are they?” she said.
“And I am not a wealthy man.”