Kitty's Room, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning

Now that there were four people from the Regency in town, one might have thought a real effort would have been made to attend church, but no: Wickham was a demon; Kitty, despite being a clergyman's wife, hardly could have cared less; and Georgiana was an atheist (and slept late). Instead, after a sleepover last night with Kitty, once she'd been prised away from Boston, Lydia had had a long, luxuriant soak in her hotel room's bathtub, then done her hair with the Dyson Air Wrap whilst Kitty looked on in fascination and Wickham prepared a bundle of herbs and such under her direction.

( Just a little bit of magic )