Lady Prellham accepted the compliment with a slight nod. “It should be an utterly unnecessary piece of strategy, Lord Henry. Those boys need to be reined in.”
“On that point we are in complete agreement,” said Henry. The musicians began another, livelier piece, and the floor filled with dancers.
“I want to sit down,” said Eileen. “My feet are starting to hurt.”
Eileen went to the chair beside Lady Prellham. She looked very frail, Thomas thought, and was about to offer to get her some wine when Baron Goshawk handed her a glass. “You look very tired.”
“I am.”
“Then perhaps we should all sit a while,” said the baron, taking the chair beside Eileen. “The dance floor will survive without us on it.”
Thomas scanned the room once, then again. “Where’s the envoy?”
“Left,” said Goshawk. “Just
