He followed her in, but stopped short in the doorway. The familiar wide room, with its big fireplaces at either end and the French windows leading to the long garden, had been quite transformed. All the Japanese furniture and fabrics had gone, and the room had been redecorated in a profusion of bold, richly colored patterns. Looking more closely, Hugh saw that they were all flowers: big yellow daisies in the carpet, red roses climbing a trellis in the wallpaper, poppies in the curtains, and pink chrysanthemums in the silk that draped chair legs, mirrors, occasional tables and the piano. "You've changed this room, Aunt," he said superfluously.
Clementine said: "It all comes from William Morris's new shop in Oxford Street--it's the latest thing."
Augusta said: "The carpet has to be changed, though. It's not the right color."
She was never satisfied, Hugh recalled.
Most of the Pilaster family were here. They were all curious about Hugh, naturally. He had gone away in disgrace and they may have thought they would never see him again--but they had underestimated him, and he had returned a conquering hero. Now they were all keen to take a second look.
The first person he shook hands with was his cousin Edward. He was twenty-nine but he looked older: he was already becoming stout and his face had the flushed look of a glutton. "So, you're back," he said. He tried a smile but it turned into a resentful sneer. Hugh could hardly blame him. The two cousins had always been compared to each other. Now Hugh's success drew attention to Edward's lack of achievement at the bank.
Micky Miranda stood next to Edward. Still handsome and immaculately dressed, Micky seemed even more sleek and self-assured. Hugh said: "Hullo, Miranda, are you still working for the Cordovan Minister?"
"I am the Cordovan Minister," Micky replied.
Somehow Hugh was not surprised.
He was pleased to see his old friend Rachel Bodwin. "Hullo, Rachel, how are you?" he said. She had never been a pretty girl but she was turning into a handsome woman, he realized. The angular features and close-set eyes that he thought plain six years ago were now oddly intriguing. "What are you doing with yourself these days?"
"Campaigning to reform the law on women's property," she said. Then she grinned and added: "Much to the embarrassment of my parents, who would prefer me to campaign for a husband."
