Trixie’s lip twitched at Miss Fairchild’s assessment of her relationship with the other girls and wondered whether it would be worth pointing out that she had in fact been rude to those girls in the past, and likely would be again, just to see the look on her face. Probably not. She rather liked having somebody who at least didn’t think she deserved the slander of being associated with Rasmus Mohr.

“Isn’t life difficult for everybody one way or another?” She quipped, with the sage philosophy of a teenager who had learnt affected melancholy at the feet of her expert mother. “My mother says it’s all a test. She’s never said of what though.”