[MaC] Arriving at the Party ... Arabella, Pamela, Michael & Philip

[Dorothea Salo]

	(Trying again... apologies if this double-posts)

> "I would be delighted, Miss Hutchinson," Philip said with a wan, but
> apparently genuine, smile. Then, after a moment, something Great-Aunt
> Evangeline had said about the flat's residents trickled through the back of
> his mind, and he gave a small but visible start. "Oh, it's *Lady*
> Hutchinson, isn't it? I *do* beg your pardon, ma'am. But I would still be
> honored to see you in, if you'll permit me."

	"Just Lady Pamela, but please don't bother; Pamela will do nicely." She 
took his injured arm, careful to keep her touch light, but otherwise 
treating it quite as an ordinary limb. "My friends call me Pam, though 
generally not at parties."

	As they mounted the first steps, an unearthly but fortunately rather 
muffled din echoed from somewhere behind them. "What on earth?" 
exclaimed Pamela, letting go of Philip's arm and stopping to listen. "It
sounds like -- it's coming from the lift, I think; wasn't Hodges working
on it earlier? Oh, dear, I hope --" And she hastened toward the lift 
doors, not heeding whether Philip or anyone else followed.

<tag Philip, maybe Arabella or Michael, the Ladies in the Lift>