"I felt it had to be done. Politics are expensive they sap the purse.
That's why."
"You never thought of giving him an income which would compensate a
little for what his father failed to do for him?"
There was asperity in her tone.
"He wouldn't take from me what his father didn't give him." Suddenly an
idea seized him. "Look here," he said, "you're a friend of the Griers,
why don't you help keep things straight between the two concerns? You
could do it. You have the art of getting your own way. I've noticed
that."
"So you'd like me to persuade Fabian Grier to influence Belloc, because
I'd make things easy for you!" she said briskly. "Do you forget I've
known Fabian since I was a baby, that my sister is his wife, and that his
interests are near to me?"
He did not knuckle down. "I think it would be helping Fabian's interests.
Belloc and Fabian Grier are generally in the wrong, and to keep them
right would be good business-policy. When I've trouble with Belloc's firm
it's because they act like dogs in the manger. They seem to hate me to
live."
She laughed--a buoyant, scornful laugh. "So all the fault is in Belloc
and Fabian, is it?" She was impressed enormously by his sangfroid and
will to rule the roost.
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