A Dangerous Fortune - Ken Follett [198]
“Ridiculous,” she muttered.
Nora spoke again. “I can’t dismiss our servants. It’s not possible to live in a house like this with no servants.”
“That need not trouble you,” Hugh said. “You won’t be living in a house like this. I will have to sell it. We will all have to sell our houses, furniture, works of art, wine cellars and jewelry.”
“This is absurd!” Augusta cried.
“It’s the law,” Hugh retorted. “Each partner is personally liable for all the debts of the business.”
“I’m not a partner,” said Augusta.
“But Edward is. He resigned as Senior Partner but he remained a partner, on paper. And he owns your house—Joseph left it to him.”
Nora said: “We have to live somewhere.”
“First thing tomorrow we must all look for small, cheap houses to rent. If you pick something modest our creditors will sanction it. If not you will have to choose again.”
Augusta said: “I have absolutely no intention of moving house, and that’s final. And I imagine the rest of the family feel the same.” She looked at her sister-in-law. “Madeleine?”
“Quite right, Augusta,” said Madeleine. “George and I will stay where we are. All this is foolishness. We can’t possibly be destitute.”
Hugh despised them. Even now, when their arrogance and foolishness had ruined them, they still refused to listen to reason. In the end they would have to give up their illusions. But if they tried to cling to wealth that was no longer theirs, they would destroy the family’s reputation as well as its fortune. He was determined to make them behave with scrupulous honesty, in poverty as in wealth. It was going to be an uphill struggle but he would not give in.
Augusta turned to her daughter. “Clementine, I’m sure you and Harry will take the same view as Madeleine and George.”
Clementine said: “No, Mother.”
Augusta gasped. Hugh was equally startled. It was not like his cousin Clementine to go against her mother. At least one family member had some common sense, he thought.
Clementine said: “It was listening to you that got us all into this trouble. If we had made Hugh Senior Partner, instead of Edward, we would all still be as rich as Croesus.”
Hugh began to feel better. Some of the family understood what he had tried to do.
Clementine went on: “You were wrong, Mother, and you’ve ruined us. I’m never going to heed your advice again. Hugh was right, and we had better let him do all he can to guide us through this dreadful disaster.”
William said: “Quite right, Clementine. We should do whatever Hugh advises.”
The battle lines were drawn. On Hugh’s side were William, Samuel, and Clementine, who ruled her husband Sir Harry. They would try to behave decently and honestly. Against him were Augusta, Edward, and Madeleine, who spoke for Major Hartshorn: they would try to snatch what they could and let the family’s reputation go to hell.
Then Nora said defiantly: “You’ll have to carry me out of this house.”
There was a bitter taste in Hugh’s mouth. His own wife was joining the enemy. “You’re the only person in the room who has gone against their husband or wife,” he said sadly. “Don’t you owe me any loyalty at all?”
She tossed her head. “I didn’t marry you to live in poverty.”
“All the same you will leave this house,” he said grimly. He looked at the other diehards: Augusta, Edward, Madeleine and Major Hartshorn. “You will all have to give in, eventually,” he said. “If you don’t do it now, with dignity, you’ll do it later, in disgrace, with bailiffs and policemen and newspaper reporters in attendance, vilified by the gutter press and slighted by your unpaid servants.”
“We shall see about that,” said Augusta.
When they had all gone Hugh sat staring into the fire, racking his brains for some way to pay the bank’s creditors.
He was determined not to let Pilasters go into formal bankruptcy. The idea was almost too painful to contemplate. All his life he had lived under the shadow of his father’s bankruptcy. His whole career had been an attempt to prove he was not tainted. In his heart of