Sylvia almost gives them away when she answers the door to the school herself after hours, smiling widely at Blanche, who quickly tugs Agnes forward like a buffer.

"Lady Holland!" Sylvia was breathless, looking for words. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"I hope this isn't a bad time," Agnes says, looking up and down the door, "It is a swinging surprise, really."

Sylvia is staring at Blanche, though, smiling a little. "No, no trouble at all. Come in, come in."

They are very quiet, sneaking down the quiet corridor's into Miss Fuller's modest parlor. They converse for a little while sipping tea and gin until Agnes asks where the powder room is and Sylvia giggles, "Just down the hall."

They're like a pair of magnets as soon as she is out of the room, clinging to one another. "I've missed you." whispered against the side of a neck, the graze of lips and teeth clack and desperate hands pressing into grooves—the right ones. Sylvia tucks her hair back in place, a hand pressed to her cheek.

"I'm sorry I did not come alone."

"I think Lady Holland is quite infatuated with you." she teases, and Blanche frowns. "No."

"Yes." Sylvia smirks at her behind her tea cup.

"Yes what?" asks Agnes from the door, eyes wide and inquisitive. She sits between the two of them and wrinkles her nose. "Blanche…what have you done to your hair?"

Sylvia looks positively devious over Agnes' shoulder as she leans over to tuck it back in order. Blanche sighs. "Thank you."