[MaC] Outside Number One Flat: Pamela and Philip

[Ree Moorhead Pruehs]

At 04:49 PM 12/21/2004, you wrote:
> > > "You needn't have come all the way down," he said, with mock
> > > disapproval. "A Lady can't make her entrance at a party
> > > appearing as though she's just...well...run up and down four
> > > flights of stairs."
> >
> >       Pamela rolled her eyes. "The Actresses make entrances
> > at parties. I just go to them, myself."
>
>Sensing, or thinking he sensed, a touch of vitriol in that reply, Philip
>decided to let it go unanswered.
>
> > "Heigh-ho, five flights of stairs... and I turned my ankle on
> > the way down, just my luck. I hope you won't mind if I go a
> > bit slowly."
>
>"No trouble at all; take take as much time as you need, stop when you like,
>and let me know if you'd like an arm or shoulder to lean on. It's nothing
>serious, is it? We can probably get the service lift down, if you feel like
>risking it."
>
>"But no, I'm in no hurry. I'm really just attending this party on Aunt
>Evangeline's coat-tails, as it were. Though if the other neighbours are even
>half as charming as yourself, I may wind up enjoying myself after all." He
>smiled, though it didn't seem quite to reach his eyes, and offered Pamela
>his arm once more for the trip back upstairs.
>
><tag Pamela, the Ladies in the Lift along the way, and/or Hodges heading
>down>

[ooc: Does he call out to them? They're in the lift between floors and can 
hear but not see. AFAIK.]