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

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

> 	(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.
 
There was certainly a loud rhythmic banging noise coming from the
direction of the lift.

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