June 6th, 1892 — House Party

The party had been fun, as house parties often were. The drawing room, ahead of dinner was a little crowded, and while most of the ladies had taken up residence in the chairs near the fire, which was light in spite of the warm summer evening made the room feel too hot and oppressive for Chris' comfort, which is why she had slipped from the ladies chat of the new habberdasher in Irvingly to a spot nearer the window, where todays muggle London Times lay abandoned by a former reader.

'Gosh I never thought I'd see the day when the Tories and Whigs would be agreed on the fact that this new party is a bad thing for England' She remarked, reading over the headline of the paper that was folded on the sideboard, and not fully taking in who she was speaking to. Her tone didn't seem to agree with the Tories and Whigs, even if it did stop short of the almost outright revolutionary support of the voting working man.

'Do you think we ought to fear murder in our beds by the revolutionary masses?' she asked, looking up finally to the person who had appeared at her shoulder.

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