"Go on, go on," the Yeoman said impatiently as he whisked them through the narrow corridor. As they passed the Regent"s table with its gold plate and serpentine river, Derek mentally calculated the cost of the golden service. Thinking of the mob outside, he wondered that there had not been a riot.
"Did you make it through unscathed?" he asked the others as they were unceremoniously pushed back out on the street.
"Nearly," Miranda said, lifting her skirt to reveal a torn hem. "Someone stepped on my dress."
“I lost a shoe,” Mrs. Phillips said. Derek glanced down at her feet and sure enough, one foot was slippered and the other bare but for her stocking. He decided not to mention the woman he had seen in his first visit, her filmy gown torn nearly to her waist. He also kept quiet about Mir
