Yes

Lydia enjoyed the brisk walk in the late afternoon before turning up the steps to Caroline Ashly's house. Lydia knew better than to expect her husband, he spent most of his evenings chasing their rebellious daughter all over creation. She knocked on the door and waited for Caroline.

Sure enough there was quite a ruckus going on inside and Lydia thought the absolute worst. Was someone being murdered? There were gasps and cries and all sorts of noise! She reached for the handle only for it it to be pulled open and she was thrust inside.

"Good grief Lydia, didn't think you would make it!"

Lydia was taken aback. There, in all her glory, was Caroline Ashby wearing her Sunday finest hat and not a stitch else!

"Caroline, what in the devil is going on?"