Dot blushed, but continued to smile. "My sister works in such a place, we tell our mother she teaches deportment."

Instead of dancing in her skivvies. And other things that Dot chose to believe Nell didn't do. She led the way to the front desk after laying a towel over the damp spot on the floor so they could ask Darryl to look up the names in the book, he was slow but he'd get there eventually.

"I don't know how any of it works actually, one minute I was at home and I walked through a doorway and I was here. It's called the Madonna Inn, and aside from the decor it's a rather nice place to be."

Obviously she would prefer to be home, but with Miss Phryne here she missed it less than she might have. She refused to think about Hugh.

"We can't leave, or no one has found a way to do so. But we have plenty of food, the bar is open and I just made a fresh batch of shortbread."