The Forsyte Saga, Volume 3(226)

‘Why?’

‘In case he wants a secretary, now he’s in.’

‘Oh! Is he in?’

‘Very much so.’ Dinny read the figures. The usual rather formidable Liberal opposition had been replaced by a mere five thousand Labour votes.

‘The word “national” is winning this election,’ said Clare. ‘Where I went canvassing in the town they were all Liberals. I just used the word “national,” and they fell.’

Hearing that the new Member would be at his headquarters all the morning, the sisters started about eleven o’clock. There was so much coming and going round the doors that they did not like to enter.

‘I do hate asking for things,’ said Clare.

Dinny, who hated it quite as much, answered:

‘Wait here and I’ll just go in and congratulate him. I might have a chance of putting in a word. He’s seen you, of course.’

‘Oh! yes, he’s seen me all right.’

Eustace Dornford, K.C., new member elect, was sitting in a room that seemed all open doors, running his eye over the lists his agent was putting on the table before him. From one of those doors Dinny could see his riding boots under the table, and his bowler hat, gloves and riding whip upon it. Now that she was nearly in the presence it seemed impossible to intrude at such a moment, and she was just slipping away when he looked up.

‘Excuse me a moment, Minns. Miss Cherrell!’

She stopped and turned. He was smiling and looking pleased.

‘Anything I can do for you?’

She put out her hand.

‘I’m awfully glad you’ve won. My sister and I just wanted to congratulate you.’

He squeezed her hand, and Dinny thought: ‘Oh! dear! this is the last moment to ask him,’ but she said:

‘It’s perfectly splendid, there’s never been such a majority here.’

‘And never will be again. That’s my luck. Where’s your sister?’

‘In the car.’

‘I’d like to thank her for canvassing.’

‘Oh!’ said Dinny, ‘she enjoyed it;’ and, suddenly feeling that it was now or never, added: ‘She’s at a loose end, you know, badly wants something to do. Mr Dornford, you don’t think – this is too bad – but I suppose she wouldn’t be of any use to you as a secretary, would she? There, it’s out! She does know the county pretty well; she can type, and speak French, and German a little, if that’s any use.’ It had come with a rush, and she stood looking at him ruefully. But his eager expression had not changed.

‘Let’s go and see her,’ he said.

Dinny thought: ‘Gracious! I hope he hasn’t fallen in love with her!’ and she glanced at him sidelong. Still smiling, his face looked shrewd now. Clare was standing beside the car. ‘I wish,’ thought Dinny, ‘I had her coolness.’ Then she stood still and watched. All this triumphal business, these people coming and going, those two talking so readily and quickly; the clear and sparkling morning! He came back to her.

‘Thank you most awfully, Miss Cherrell. It’ll do admirably. I did want someone, and your sister is very modest.’

‘I thought you’d never forgive me for asking at such a moment.’

‘Always delighted for you to ask anything at any moment. I must go back now, but I’ll hope to see you again very soon.’

Gazing after him as he re-entered the building, she thought: ‘He has very nicely cut riding breeches!’ And she got into the car.

‘Dinny,’ said Clare, with a laugh, ‘he’s in love with you.’

‘What!’

‘I asked for two hundred, and he made it two hundred and fifty at once. How did you do it in one evening?’

‘I didn’t. It’s you he’s in love with, I’m afraid.’

‘No, no, my dear. I have eyes, and I know it’s you; just as you knew that Tony Croom was in love with me.’

‘I could see that.’

‘And I could see this.’

Dinny said quietly: ‘That’s absurd. When do you begin?’

‘He’s going back to Town today. He lives in the Temple – Harcourt Buildings. I shall go up this afternoon and start in the day after tomorrow.’

‘Where shall you live?’

‘I think I shall take an unfurnished room or a small studio, and decorate and furnish it gradually myself. It’ll be fun.’

‘Aunt Em is going back this afternoon. She would put you up till you find it.’

‘Well,’ said Clare, pondering; ‘perhaps.’

Just before they reached home Dinny said:

‘What about Ceylon, Clare? Have you thought any more?’