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Lloyd Williams and Daisy went to Hoxton Town Hall on the morning of July 26 to watch the votes being counted.
If Lloyd lost, Daisy was going to break off the engagement.
He fervently denied that she was a political liability, but she knew better. Lloyd's political enemies made a point of calling her "Lady Aberowen." Voters reacted to her American accent by looking indignant, as if she had no right to take part in British politics. Even Labour Party members treated her differently, asking if she would prefer coffee when they were all drinking tea.
As Lloyd had forecast, she was often able to overcome people's initial hostility by being natural and charming, and helping the other women wash up the teacups. But was that enough? The election results would give the only definite answer.
She was not going to marry him if it meant his giving up his life's work. He said he was willing to do it, but it was a hopeless foundation for marriage. Daisy shuddered with horror as she imagined him doing some other job, working at a bank or in the civil service, miserably unhappy and trying to pretend it was not her fault. It did not bear thinking about.
Unfortunately, everyone thought the Conservatives were going to win the election.
Some things had gone Labour's way in the campaign. Churchill's "Gestapo" speech had backfired. Even Conservatives had been dismayed. Clement Attlee, broadcasting the following evening for Labour, had been coolly ironic. "When I listened to the prime minister's speech last night, in which he gave such a travesty of the policy of the Labour Party, I realized at once what was his object. He wanted the voters to understand how great was the difference between Winston Churchill, the great leader in war of a united nation, and Mr. Churchill, the party leader of the Conservatives. He feared lest those who had accepted his leadership in war might be tempted out of gratitude to follow him further. I thank him for having disillusioned them so thoroughly." Attlee's magisterial disdain had made Churchill seem a rabble-rouser. People had had too much of bloodred passion, Daisy thought; they would surely prefer temperate common sense in peacetime.
A Gallup poll taken the day before voting showed Labour winning, but no one believed it. The idea that you could forecast the result by asking a small number of electors seemed a bit unlikely. The News Chronicle, which had published the poll, was predicting a tie.
All the other papers said the Conservatives would win.
Daisy had never before taken any interest in the mechanics of democracy, but her fate was in the balance now, and she watched, mesmerized, as the voting papers were taken out of the boxes, sorted, counted, bundled, and counted again. The man in charge was called the returning officer, as if he had been away for a while. He was in fact the town clerk. Observers from each of the parties monitored the proceedings to make sure there was no carelessness or dishonesty. The process was long, and Daisy felt tortured by suspense.
At half past ten they heard the first result from elsewhere. Harold Macmillan, a protege of Churchill's and a wartime cabinet minister, had lost Stockton-on-Tees to Labour. Fifteen minutes later there was news of a huge swing to Labour in Birmingham. No radios were allowed into the hall, so Daisy and Lloyd were relying on rumors filtering in from outside, and Daisy was not sure what to believe.
It was midday when the returning officer called the candidates and their agents into a corner of the room, to give them the result before making the announcement publicly. Daisy wanted to go with Lloyd but she was not permitted.
The man spoke quietly to all of them. As well as Lloyd and the sitting M.P., there was a Conservative and a Communist. Daisy studied their faces, but could not guess who had won. They all went up onto the platform, and the room fell silent. Daisy felt nauseated.
"I, Michael Charles Davies, being the duly appointed returning officer for the parliamentary constituency of Hoxton . . ."
Daisy stood with the Labour Party observers and stared at Lloyd. Was she about to lose him? The thought squeezed her heart and made her breathless with fear. In her life she had twice chosen a man who was disastrously wrong. Charlie Farquharson had been the opposite of her father, nice but weak. Boy Fitzherbert had been much like her father, willful and selfish. Now, at last, she had found Lloyd, who was both strong and kind. She had not picked him for his social status or for what he could do for her, but simply because he was an extraordinarily good man. He was gentle, he was smart, he was trustworthy, and he adored her. It had taken her a long time to realize that he was what she was looking for. How foolish she had been.
The returning officer read out the number of votes cast for each candidate. They were listed alphabetically, so Williams came last. Daisy was so anxious that she could not keep the numbers in her head. "Reginald Sidney Blenkinsop, five thousand four hundred and twenty-seven . . ."
When Lloyd's vote was read out, the Labour Party people all around Daisy burst out cheering. It took her a moment to realize that meant he had won. Then she saw his solemn expression turn into a broad grin. Daisy began to clap and cheer louder than anyone. He had won! And she did not have to leave him! She felt as if her life had been saved.
"I therefore declare that Lloyd Williams is duly elected member of Parliament for Hoxton."
Lloyd was a member of Parliament. Daisy watched proudly as he stepped forward and made an acceptance speech. There was a formula for such speeches, she realized, and he tediously thanked the returning officer and his staff, then thanked his losing opponents for a fair fight. She was impatient to hug him. He finished with a few sentences about the task that lay ahead, of rebuilding war-torn Britain and creating a fairer society. He stood down to more applause.
Coming off the stage, he walked straight to Daisy, put his arms around her, and kissed her.
She said: "Well done, my darling," then she found she could no longer speak.
After a while they went outside and caught a bus to Labour Party headquarters at Transport House. There they learned that Labour had already won 106 seats.
It was a landslide.
Every pundit had been wrong, and everyone's expectations were confounded. When all the results were in, Labour had 393 seats, the Conservatives 210. The Liberals had twelve and the
Communists one--Stepney. Labour had an overwhelming majority.
At seven o'clock in the evening Winston Churchill, Britain's great war leader, went to Buckingham Palace and resigned as prime minister.
Daisy thought of one of Churchill's jibes about Attlee: "An empty car drew up and Clem got out." The man he called a nonentity had thrashed him.
At half past seven Clement Attlee went to the palace in his own car, driven by his wife, Violet, and King George VI asked him to become prime minister.
