She was worried by the possibility that Hugh might marry Florence. Hugh was already doing far too well at the bank. He had the quick commercial brain of a barrow boy and the engaging manners of a cardsharp. Even Joseph spoke approvingly of him, oblivious of the threat to their own son. Marriage to the daughter of an earl would give Hugh social status to add to his native talents, and then he would be a dangerous rival to Edward. Dear Teddy did not have Hugh's superficial charm or his head for figures, so he needed all the help Augusta could give him.
She found Lady Stalworthy standing in the bay window of the drawing room. She was a pretty middle-aged woman in a pink dress and a little straw hat with silk flowers all over it. Augusta wondered anxiously how she would feel about Hugh and Florence. Hugh was no great catch, but from Lady Stalworthy's point of view he was not a disaster. Florence was the youngest of three daughters, and the other two had married well, so Lady Stalworthy might be indulgent. Augusta had to prevent that. But how?
She stood at Lady Stalworthy's side and saw that she was watching Hugh and Florence in the garden. Hugh was explaining something, and Florence's eyes sparkled with pleasure as she looked at him and listened. "The careless happiness of youth," said Augusta.
"Hugh seems a nice boy," Lady Stalworthy said.
Augusta looked hard at her for a moment. Lady Stalworthy had a dreamy smile on her face. She had once been as pretty as her daughter, Augusta guessed. Now she was remembering her own girlhood. She needed to be brought down to earth with a thump. "How quickly they pass, those carefree days."
"But so idyllic while they last."
It was time for the poison. "Hugh's father died, as you know," Augusta said. "And his mother lives very quietly at Folkestone, so Joseph and I feel an obligation to take a parental interest." She paused. "It is hardly necessary for me to say that an alliance with your family would be a remarkable triumph for Hugh."
"How kind of you to say that," said Lady Stalworthy, as if she had been paid a pretty compliment. "The Pilasters themselves are a family of distinction."
"Thank you. If Hugh works hard he will one day earn a comfortable living."
Lady Stalworthy looked a little taken aback. "His father left nothing at all, then?"
"No." Augusta needed to let her know that Hugh would get no money from his uncles when he married. She said: "He will have to work his way up in the bank, living on his salary."
