Two of their finest friends to join them for that final night in the assembly rooms! It could not be a more splendid evening — and perhaps they would do without a chandelier accident tonight .

“ Oh — goodness. “ She’s shaking her head before a lavishly made handkerchief is dabbing just beneath her eyes, catching a stray tear as a quiet, huff of a laugh escapes. Edith had just seen Charlotte. “ I don’t know how you do it, 𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑊𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ. “

two angels at least. good luck guessing who is who.

Yes you are .

I have chocolate for you in my bag if they do not, now move along .

“ Tell me you are not out causing trouble tonight, young man. “ Her voice had been stern, though reinforced with a motherly playfulness that had been honed through her years of parenting her own rascals . . and her nieces and nephews. ( Jack Bradshaw )

Where are my children? Why aren’t they dancing?

Of course you are, sweetheart — carry on, and save some for George.

Where are my children?

Gently and discreetly snagging 𝐶𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝐻𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠’s dance cards to get a look at the names.

Where ARE my CHILDREN?

s t o p

LOOK AT WHAT THE TIDE WASHED IN —

THOMAS

. . . Walerian.

Right-O. Shots!

To hell with this heat, who fancies a dip in the fountain?