The heatwave had been relentless. No amount of ice seemed to have been able to keep the drinks cold, no amount of freezing spells had been able to keep the club from becoming as hot as a furnace. Harriet had done her best to keep the patrons happy and for most a round of drinks offered by the club had sufficed. As for the others despite their complaints they had kept coming night after night as if suffering the heat next to another warm body had been better than facing it in loneliness.
Grateful to have an excuse to spend an evening out of the club, Harry made her way towards her new friend's home. Glad that at least the sun was low in the sky Harry still felt the heat pressing against her skin. Wearing her usual top hat she pressed her fingers against her temple to wipe the small pool a sweat that seemed to consistently find residence there.
She had not been nervous about the prospect of having tea with Madeline Blake, but now that she stood on her doorstep holding a small bouquet of flower and one of the club's last bottle of wine she felt the swarm of butterflies waking up in the pit of her stomach. After a few deep breaths she gave a door a few knocks.