She places a delicate kiss to the pad of his thumb, parting her lips just a little to allow him his explorations. (He was always a very sensual man, her husband...)

"Jolyons," she tells him. "Just off Bute Crescent. It's a tiny little quiet sort of place. Quite lovely, and they've been very helpful in accommodating my, ah, special requirements."

There's a reception going on that she's supposed to attend. In the back of her mind, Mina's expecting Carolyn to trot into the dressing room to find out what the hell is taking her so long.