Tristan regretted allowing Alfie to drag him to White’s the moment they arrived. It was full of people who had consumed far too much brandy, cigar smoke, and gossip. Wallingford emerged out of the crowd, giving him a friendly nod.
“Chiltern, my boy. Good to see you again.”
Tristan nodded and smiled at him and the group of men that appeared to be assembling to take a trip to the theatre. He declined an invitation to join them and managed to retreat to a corner and disappear behind the pages of a newspaper. He would have been hard pressed to even say which newspaper it was, but it served as a barrier between him and the rest of the world. The butler had placed a large glass of brandy at his elbow and he was working his way through it. Sometimes being in mourning had its advantages. He deci
