[MaC] Outside Number One Flat: Pamela and Philip

[Dorothea Salo]

> "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."

	"No, no; it's not even swelling up. No dancing for Pamela tonight, but 
dancing wasn't in the plans so far as I heard."

> "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.

	"You're very kind, sir," Pamela said, in a wry voice that took in both 
the paucity of her native charms and her current slight disarrangement. 
Warmth suffused her voice again as she went on, "But I do hope you enjoy 
yourself, in spite of everything. Mum and Mrs Evans are friends, so I 
know you've been there, and yet I only meet you tonight. It does seem a 
shame, you being cooped up so."

	They took the stairs at a deliberate pace, Pamela managing well.  She 
asked to stop briefly on the third landing.

<tag Philip>