Ingress of the House of Arch

Well, I won't be sitting down during this party, that's for sure, *Meg says, glancing over her shoulder at the bustle, before turning back to grin at Amy.*

But it's a small price to pay for the height of fashion - not that everything else isn't, I mean, but someone had to represent my home and time and so forth. I'm just waiting for someone to turn up in one of those Elizabethan things that goes out three feet on either side to make me look sensible -