"Really?" said Hugh. "I must say I've never understood why people dislike Jews."
"Can't stand 'em, myself," Harry said.
"Well, you're marrying into a banking family, so you're going to meet an awful lot more of them in the future."
Harry looked mildly offended.
William said: "Augusta disapproves of the entire Marlborough Set, Jews and others. Apparently their morals aren't what they should be."
Hugh said: "And I bet they don't invite Augusta to their parties."
Beatrice giggled at the thought and William said: "Certainly not!"
"Well," said Hugh, "I can't wait to meet Mrs. Greenbourne."
Piccadilly was a street of palaces. At eight o'clock on a chilly January evening it was busy, the wide road hectic with carriages and cabs, the gas-lit pavements thronged by men dressed like Hugh in white tie and tails, women in velvet cloaks and fur collars, and painted prostitutes of both sexes.
Hugh walked along deep in thought. Augusta was as implacably hostile to him as ever. He had cherished a secret faint hope that she might have mellowed, but she had not. And she was still the matriarch, so to have her as enemy was to be at odds with the family.
The situation at the bank was better. The business obliged the men to be more objective. Inevitably Augusta would try to block his advancement there, but he had more chance to defend himself on that territory. She knew how to manipulate people but she was hopelessly ignorant about banking.
On balance the day had not gone badly and now he looked forward to a relaxing evening with friends.
When Hugh left for America, Solly Greenbourne had been living with his father, Ben, in a vast house overlooking Green Park. Now Solly had a house of his own, just down the street from his father's place and not much smaller. Hugh passed through an imposing doorway into a vast hall lined with green marble, and stopped to stare at the extravagant sweep of a black-and-orange marble staircase. Mrs. Greenbourne had something in common with Augusta Pilaster: neither woman believed in understatement.
A butler and two footmen were in the hall. The butler took Hugh's hat, only to hand it to a footman; then the second footman led him up the staircase. On the landing he glanced through an open door and saw the bare polished floor of a ballroom with a long sweep of curtained windows, then he was led into a drawing room.
