Perhaps Mr. Charterson might claim to be Sir Isaac’s chief friend at the time of that gentleman’s marriage. Transactions in sugar had brought them together originally. He was Sir Isaac’s best man, and the new knight entertained a feeling of something very like admiration for him. Moreover, Mr. Charterson had very large ears, more particularly was the left one large, extraordinarily large and projecting upper teeth, which he sought vainly to hide beneath an extravagant moustache, and a harsh voice, characteristics that did much to allay the anxieties natural to a newly married man. Mr. Charterson was moreover adequately married to a large, attentive, enterprising, swarthy wife, and possessed a splendid house in Belgravia. Not quite so self-made as Sir Isaac, he was still sufficiently self-made to take a very keen interest in his own social advancement and in social advancement generally, and it was through him that Sir Isaac’s attention had been first directed to those developing relations with politics that arise as a business grows to greatness. “I’m for Parliament,” said Charterson. “Sugar’s in politics, and I’m after it. You’d better come too, Harman. Those chaps up there, they’ll play jiggery-pokery with sugar if we aren’t careful. And it won’t be only sugar, Harman!” Pressed to expand this latter sentence, he pointed out to his friend that “any amount of interfering with employment” was in the air—“any amount.” “And besides,” said Mr. Charterson, “men like us have a stake in the country, Harman. We’re getting biggish people. We ought to do our share. I don’t see the fun of leaving everything to the landlords and the lawyers. Men of our sort have got to make ourselves felt. We want a business government. Of course—one pays. So long as I get a voice in calling the tune I don’t mind paying the piper a bit. There’s going to be a lot of interference with trade. All this social legislation. And there’s what you were saying the other day about these leases....” “I’m not much of a talker,” said Harman. “I don’t see myself gassing in the House.” “Oh! I don’t mean going into Parliament,” said Charterson. “That’s for some of us, perhaps.... But come into the party, make yourself felt.”