Joshua benefiting from the family he needed for his political career.
His solution was to erect a mental wall between his marriage and the rest of his life. If the wall ever came down and he had to confront the situation directly the results, he guessed, would break his heart â separation, divorce, his wife would take his sons away. His sons, he would think â his sons â and then run and crouch behind the wall again.
âIâm not sure how long Iâll be gone â Iâll ring, of course,â he said.
âChambersâ party on Saturday,â she reminded him.
Barrington Chambers was Joshuaâs local Party Chairman. A self-made man, he owned several menâs outfitters in Finchley and Frognal. Joshua thought privately that while you couldnât really describe Barry Chambersâ political views as being to the right of Adolph Hitlerâs, Barry and Hitler would certainly have found common ground if theyâd ever got together for a chat about immigration, gypsies and gays. He would have disliked Barry more if Barry had not been inconsistent. When one of the asylum seekers, part of a band of builders run by a gang master, fell off Barryâs roof and broke a leg, Barry gave him a large sum of money in cash to tide him over until his leg mended. Beth said that if Barry had any real concern for the man, or others like him, he wouldnât have employed a cheap firm that had no regard for the safety of its workers.
âYouâll come?â questioned Joshua. It was important not to seem to snub the Chambers.
âOf course,â Beth told him. âBut I donât know whoâs more unbearable â Barry or his wife. Heâs too loud and she never speaks â but when she does sheâs got a voice that could cut metal.â
âThank you, darling,â Joshua said, and, packing a small bag, then drove to his girlfriendâs mews house in Chelsea. He rang the bell. There wasno answer. The fuchsias in the baskets hanging on wrought iron hooks beside the front door had withered and died. The bay tree in its earthenware pot beside the door was browning. Joshua borrowed a hose from a man on the other side of the mews, who was washing his car, and gave the plants and the tree a good drenching. Doing this, he wetted his shoes and left, disconsolate. His next stop was Douglas Clareâs flat in Battersea, where he left his bag. Then he went back across the river to Sugdenâs, where Edward Gott was waiting for him.
He wondered what Gott wanted. Probably nothing â or just lunch â he thought. Parliamentary holidays are very long, giving rise to all kinds of behaviour â boredom is the least of an MPâs problems. And he knew Gott had many sons, six in all. Three were married, with children of their own, and all were expected by Lady Gott to spend part of their holidays at the familyâs house in the Borders. Joshua had stayed at Brigstock once. It was a semi-fortified house in a charming wooded place by a loch and had been occupied by Lady Margotâs family since Culloden (Edward Gott had married above himself. He had brought the money, Lady Margot the status).
Once seated, each man asked the other about holidays, both claimed to have enjoyed them and neither fully believed the other. Gott did mention that in spite of a converted barn and several cottages Brigstock, at mealtimes, seemed crowded, and that he had begun to understand the old tales and ballads where people eating dinner, often relatives, started quarrels and set on each other with swords. Joshua, in turn, mentioned that shopping in Romeâs fashion stores with two restless boys, aged nine and seven, made him feel like wielding a sword himself.
Lord Gott asked the waiter about William, whom heâd not seen. âHeâll be in later,â the waiter said. âWhat have we here?â Gott said, studying the wine list critically. He ordered a bottle. Then
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