A Dangerous Fortune - Ken Follett [132]
Edward said petulantly: “The partners have made their decision and it’s not for you to question them.”
Hugh gave up. “You’re quite right,” he said. “I’m not a partner, and soon I won’t be an employee either.”
Uncle Joseph frowned at him. “What does that mean?”
“I’m resigning from the bank.”
Joseph was jolted. “You can’t do that!”
“I certainly can. I’m a mere employee, and you’ve treated me as such. So, like an employee, I’m leaving you for a better job elsewhere.”
“Where?”
“As a matter of fact I shall be working at Greenbournes.”
Uncle Joseph’s eyes looked as if they would pop out. “But you’re the one who knows all the North Americans!”
“I imagine that’s why Ben Greenbourne was so keen to hire me,” Hugh said. He could not help being pleased that Uncle Joseph was so irate.
“But you’ll take business away from us!”
“You should have thought of that when you decided to go back on your offer of a partnership.”
“How much are they paying you?”
Hugh stood up to leave. “That’s not for you to ask,” he said firmly.
Edward shrieked: “How dare you speak to my father that way!”
Joseph’s indignation burst like a bubble, and to Hugh’s surprise he suddenly calmed down. “Oh, shut up, Edward,” he said mildly. “A certain amount of low cunning is part of what goes to make a good banker. There are times when I wish you were more like Hugh. He may be the black sheep of the family but at least he’s got some spunk.” He turned back to Hugh. “Go on, clear off,” he said without malice. “I hope you’ll come a cropper, but I’m not betting on it.”
“No doubt that’s the nearest to good wishes that I’m likely to get from your branch of the family,” Hugh said. “Good day to you.”
4
“AND HOW IS dear Rachel?” Augusta asked Micky as she poured tea.
“She’s fine,” Micky said. “She may come along later.”
In fact he did not quite understand his wife. She had been a virgin when they married, but she acted like a whore. She submitted to him at any time, anywhere, and always with enthusiasm. One of the first things he had tried was tying her to the bedhead, to re-create the vision he had enjoyed when he first became attracted to her; and somewhat to his disappointment she had complied willingly. So far nothing he was able to do had succeeded in making her resist him. He had even taken her in the drawing room, where there was a constant risk that the servants would see; and she had seemed to enjoy it more than ever.
On the other hand, she was the opposite of submissive in every other area of life. She argued with him about the house, the servants, money, politics and religion. When he got fed up with contradicting her he tried ignoring her, then insulting her, but nothing made any difference. She suffered from the delusion that she had as much right to her point of view as a man.
“I hope she’s a help to you in your work,” Augusta said.
Micky nodded. “She’s a good hostess at ministry functions,” he said. “Attentive and gracious.”
“I thought she did very well at the party you gave for Ambassador Portillo,” Augusta said. Portillo was the Portuguese envoy and Augusta and Joseph had attended the dinner.
“She has a stupid plan to open a maternity hospital for women without husbands,” Micky said, allowing his irritation to show.
Augusta shook her head in disapproval. “It’s impossible for a woman in her position in society. Besides, there are already one or two such hospitals.”
“She says they’re all religious institutions that tell women how wicked they are. Her place will help without preaching.”
“Worse and worse,” Augusta said. “Think what the press would say about that!”
“Exactly. I’ve been very firm with her about it.”
“She’s a lucky girl,” Augusta said, and favored Micky with an intimate smile.
He realized that she