“Oh my, how perfectly astonishing,” gasped Lady Caroline Wentworth as she drank in the finely appointed lounge.  Velvet couches lined the wall, with a stocked bar and a piano tucked into one corner.  Cocktail tables with immaculate white tablecloths line the seats, which all faced the grand windows on the far wall, giving the passengers a commanding view of the ground below.  In a few minutes, they would be rising through the air, and the city of York would be spread out before them.  It thrilled her to even imagine it.
“Come along darling,” said her husband at her elbow.