businessmen and Methodists. The Pilasters were both businessmen and Methodists, but the Conservatives were in power.

She had met Hobbes only once or twice before, and she guessed he might have been surprised to receive her invitation. However, she had been confident he would accept. He would not get many invitations to homes as wealthy as Augusta's.

Hobbes was in a curious position. He was powerful, because his journal was widely read and respected; yet he was poor, for he did not make much money out of it. The combination was awkward for him--and perfectly suited to Augusta's purpose. He had the power to help her and he might be bought.

There was just one possible snag. She hoped he did not have high principles: that would destroy his usefulness. But if she had judged him aright he was corruptible.

She felt nervous and jittery. She stood outside the drawing room door for a moment, saying to herself Relax, Mrs. Pilaster, you're good at this. After a moment she felt calmer, and she went in.

He stood up eagerly to greet her. He was a nervous, quick-witted man, birdlike in his movements. His dress suit was at least ten years old, Augusta thought. She led him to the window seat, to give their conversation a feeling of intimacy even though they were not old friends. 'Tell me what mischief you have been at today,' she said playfully. 'Trouncing Mr. Gladstone? Undermining our India policy? Persecuting Catholics?'

He peered at her through smeared spectacles. 'I've been writing about the City of Glasgow Bank,' he said.

Augusta frowned. 'This is the bank that failed a little while ago.'

'Exactly. Many of the Scottish trade unions have been ruined, you know.'

'I seem to remember hearing talk of it,' she said. 'My husband said the City of Glasgow had been known for years to be unsound.'

'I don't understand this,' he said excitedly. 'People know a bank is no good, yet it is allowed to continue in business until it crashes, and thousands of people lose their life savings!'

Augusta did not understand it either. She knew next to nothing about business. But she now saw a chance to lead the conversation in the direction she wanted. 'Perhaps the worlds of commerce and government are too widely separated,' she said.

'It must be so. Better communication between businessmen and statesmen might prevent such catastrophes.'

'I wonder....' Augusta hesitated as if considering an idea that had just struck her. 'I wonder whether someone such as yourself would consider becoming a director of one or two companies.'

He was surprised. 'Indeed, I might.'

'You see ... some firsthand experience of participating in the direction of a business enterprise might help you when you comment, in your journal, on the world of commerce.'

'I've no doubt it would.'

'The rewards are not great--a hundred or two a year, at best.' She saw his eyes light up: that was a lot of money to him. 'But the obligations are small.'

'A most interesting thought,' he said. He was working hard to conceal his excitement, she could tell.

'My husband could arrange it, if you were interested. He has constantly to recommend directors for the boards of enterprises in which he has some interest. Do think it over and tell me if you would like me to mention it.'

'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.

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