Chapter 290: Election Season
February, 1748
James of Gloucester, Lord High Treasurer took a sip from his cup of wine and looked at the King. The man seemed more relaxed now than he had done for the past few months. He supposed that having finally dissolved Parliament and called an election would that. Now, the fate of Parliament hung in the electorate’s hands not his, which must have been very relaxing, given the way people seemed to vote or inclined to vote.
As if sensing his thoughts, the King asked. “How do you think it will go?”
James put his cup down and said. “I think it will go as we expect. Everything we’ve done suggests that the Tories will in a comfortable majority.”
“Any significant losses?” The King asked.
James shook his head. “Maybe in the South East, but other than that no. Everywhere else is comfortably Tory.”
“The Whigs won’t be happy with that.” The King said.
James snorted. “When are the Whigs ever happy with anything?” That was true, the Earl of Rutland had tried to delay the dissolution of Parliament by giving a three-hour speech, it had only ended when James had pointed out that the longer he did this the more likely he was to be done for treason, because the King was coming whether he liked it or not.
“True, though I do get the feeling that the Tory dominance of proceedings may soon be coming to an end.” The King said.
James raised an eyebrow, this wasn’t the first time the King had said something like this, and he found himself wondering what inspired it. “Your Majesty?”
“Think about it, the Tories have been dominant for sixty years now, and this is the first true election with the new franchise. Do you truly think they will win again and again with this new franchise?” The King asked.
James shifted. “All of the consultations that have been done suggest so. People in the Kingdom are naturally conservative. What the Whigs are proposing is far too radical for some.”
“Perhaps.” The King said. “But I still think that at some point there will be a change.”
James shrugged, he didn’t know whether there would be or wouldn’t be, but right now he was more concerned with who the King wanted in this new ministry, and therefore he asked. “Regardless of the election result, who will you be naming to the cabinet, Sire?”
The King smiled. “You and my brother of course, Uncle Albany, Wynn, Blandford, Berwick, Bulkeley and Barry.”
James nodded. “Bulkeley is a sensible choice, the man’s given some very good speeches as of late. But Barry? Are you sure, he’s rather eccentric.” That was putting it mildly, apparently, Barry had run around Wigan Town Hall completely naked, chasing after some poor young fellow.
“I think Barry will add spark to the whole thing. His father will be Lord Lieutenant, and he can serve as Secretary.” The King said.
James grinned at that. “Well, that will certainly make Ireland much more interesting.”
The King laughed. “I definitely think so.”
James laughed as well, before adding. “Perhaps a visit to Ireland when all this is done wouldn’t hurt, Sire. It has been some time since the last royal visit.”
The King shifted, becoming serious. “Perhaps you’re right.”