Charles, still unsure of the exact majority by which he had won, drove back to London, resigned to Opposition. The one compensation was that he would be reinstated on the board of Seymour’s where the knowledge he had gained as a minister of Trade and Industry could only be of value.
Simon left the Home Office on 1 March 1974 with little more than an empty red box to show for nine years as a parliamentarian.
BOOK THREE
1974-1977 MINISTERS OF STATE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“HIS DIARY LOOKS rather full at the moment, Mr. Charles.”
“Well, as soon as it’s convenient,” Charles replied over the phone. He held on as he heard the pages being turned.
“12 March at ten-thirty, Mr. Charles?”
“But that’s nearly a fortnight away,” he said, irritated.
“Mr. Spencer has only just returned from the States and—”
“How about a lunch, then—at my club?” Charles interrupted.
“That couldn’t be until after 19 March.”
“Very well, then,” said Charles. “12 March, at ten-thirty.”
During the fourteen-day wait Charles had ample time to become frustrated by his seemingly aimless role in Opposition. No car came to pick him up and whisk him away to an office where real work had to be done. Worse, no one sought his opinion any longer on matters that affected the nation. He was going through a sharp bout of what is known as “ex-ministers’ blues.”
He was relieved when the day for the appointment with Derek Spencer at last came round. But although he arrived on time he was kept waiting for ten minutes before the chairman’s secretary took him through.
“Good to see you after so long,” said Spencer, coming round his desk to greet him. “It must be nearly six years since you’ve visited the bank.”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” said Charles. “But looking around the old place it feels like yesterday. You’ve been fully occupied, no doubt?”
“Like a Cabinet minister, but I hope with better results.”
They both laughed.
“Of course I’ve kept in touch with what’s been happening at the bank.”
“Have you?” said Spencer.
“Yes, I’ve read all the reports you’ve sent out over the past years, not to mention the Financial Times’s coverage.”
“I hope you feel we’ve progressed satisfactorily in your absence.”
“Oh. Yes,” said Charles, still standing. “Very impressive.”
“Well, now what can I do for you?” asked the chairman, returning to his seat.
“Simple enough,” said Charles, finally taking an unoffered chair. “I wish to be reinstated on the board.”
There was a long silence.
“Well, it’s not quite that easy, Charles. I’ve just recently appointed two new directors and …”
“Of course it’s that easy,” said Charles, his tone changing. “You have only to propose my name at the next meeting and it will go through, especially as you haven’t a member of the family on the board at the present time.”
“We have, as a matter of fact. Your brother the Earl of Bridgwater has become a non-executive director.”