[MaC] Joining the Fun (Pamela, Philip)

[Mel Mason]

> Pamela left the would-be rescuers consulting with each other in low
> voices and mounted stairs to the penthouse. She stopped just outside it to 
> brush down her dress, straighten her jacket, and twine a stray lock of 
> hair behind her ear.
>
> She took Philip's arm again, noticing that he was the epitome of what her 
> mother would call a Fine Young Man. "Oh, dear," she murmured. "I seem to 
> be making an entrance after all." And she opened the door for them both, 
> and preceded Philip through it.
>

Lucinda Skeffington-Nottle turned as they came in.

"Oh - is the lift working again now?" she asked.  "Who was stuck?"

"Not me," drawled a voice from the door.

It was Nola Diamond, the movie actress, radiant in dark green velvet.

"Nicola," she said, in a tone devoid of expression.  "Darling."  She 
advanced into the room, her hands held out towards the American, drawing her 
close o kiss the air either side of her face.  "How lovely to see you.  God, 
I need a drink."

She moved towards Braham, Marjorie, Oswald and Warren where they stood by 
the drinks table.  Marty Fitzroy - and everyone else present in the room - 
she ignored totally.

"A martini," she announced.  "With just a whisper of vermouth.  Dry, 
darling, dry."

To one side, Anoton Barowenski adjusted his white tie nervously.