31 OCTOBER 1952, Page 5

My eye having fallen on The Prime Minister in the

edition de luxe of Trollope's novels which the Oxford Univer- sity Press is publishing, I am reminded of the appreciation that volume secured from a rather unexpected quarter. Mme Litvinov once told me that it was among her husband's favourite reading. It is one of the Trollopes that I have never read myself. I shall repair the omission forthwith, for I have full confidence in Maxim Litvinov's judgement in such a matter. (Moreover, did not his household and mine once share