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‘Good afternoon, Miss Tellwright.’

‘Good afternoon. I—’

‘May I trouble you to step into the manager’s room?’ and he drew her forward, while every clerk’s eye watched. Anna tried not to blush, but she could feel the red mounting even to her temples.

‘Delightful weather we’re having. But of course we’ve the right to expect it at this time of year.’ He opened a door on the glass of which was painted ‘Manager,’ and bowed. ‘Mr. Lovatt—Miss Tellwright.’

Mr. Lovatt greeted his new customer with a formal and rather fatigued politeness, and invited her to sit in a large leather armchair in front of a large table; on this table lay a large open book. Anna had once in her life been to the dentist’s; this interview reminded her of that experience.

‘Your father told me I might expect you to-day,’ said Mr. Lovatt in his high-pitched, perfunctory tones. Richard Lovatt was probably the most influential man in Bursley. Every Saturday morning he irrigated the whole town with fertilising gold. By a single negative he could have ruined scores of upright merchants and manufacturers. He had only to stop a man in the street and murmur, ‘By the way, your overdraft—,’ in order to spread discord and desolation through a refined and pious home. His estimate of human nature was falsified by no common illusions; he had the impassive and frosty gaze of a criminal judge. Many men deemed they had cause to hate him, but no one did hate him: all recognised that he was set far above hatred.