Once the two girls actually turned to look at one another, there was some instant recognition, as they shared many classes together as well as clubs. Jessamine couldn’t be completely sure, as she was dressed far more drab than she would expect a Valenduris to be, but she looked an awful lot like Isobel, and she supposed the girl had a reputation for being like her elder sister, and the kind of person who took an interest in politics, especially women’s rights in regards to it. Speaking of which, Jessamine still couldn’t see her among the crowd and so it seemed she would be stuck here at least for a little while longer.

“That’s true,” Minnie sniffed, she would give Isobel that much credit, it didn’t matter whether this person or that person got elected, someone was going to be upset, but she was sure that very little would be happy if a man as radical as Mr. Wright was elected, “However, I don’t know what you’re on about, choosing someone is going to make a difference. You do remember that you can’t vote, right? It hardly matters what you think of their policies.” She told her sister that all the time; she doubted women would be voting in the elections anytime soon and she didn’t think it was a good idea for them to be doing so anyway.