She drew back to give the butler room to fill her glass. If she hadn’t married Jack, condemned herself to exile, would she have been taken seriously like Madeline and Violet Asquith? Been counted among the Souls? Trix shook herself out of it. Her smile mustn’t grow fixed. Since Madeline had chosen to seat her between Sir Oliver and George Wyndham, it would be foolish to feel despised and ignored.
She’d known George Wyndham more or less since they were both children. His sister had been at school with her cousin.
‘George?’ She began the work of the evening. And paused. What a handsome man he was now, with that straight nose and fine brow. ‘George, I know I’m rather behind the times – you’ve given up being secretary of state – but I’ve been so much wanting to hear from you about Ireland. Y
