Durbin house in the morning wasn't a particularly bustling place. With only two rooms available for renting, it was just himself and a Mr. Vollmer from Michigan. Mr. Vollmer worked on the river front and liked to talk about it a lot; which only interested Lee in the slightest of polite ways. Other than the occasional nod and comment while he took his coffee and eggs, he let the younger man drone on and on about his bright future, the girl of his dreams just south of Detroit, and how he'd come to the Fair to ignite his inventor's mind to some grand manufacturing product that would steam roll the emerging consumer class' desires. Lee believed none of it, though his face indicated otherwise as he read the morning paper between obligatory smiles.<br/><br/>One room advertisement caught his eye and he made mental note of it. It was located a little off the course of the Midway on Jackson Ave and proclaimed to be 'reasonable in price' and 'accommodating to single occupants'. The latter was important to Lee and it wasn't an odd occurrence for people to rent their rooms to be shared by multiple visitors at a time, but if Lee was to have a private meeting with MacClery, a private room was necessary. "Well, Mr. Vollmer..." Lee stood up to make his leave. "I wish you luck today at the exhibitions. May you find the inspiration you are looking for." He tipped his hat before seating it snugly atop his head and made his leave for the city outside.<br/><br/>Once out, he walked briskly. While under most circumstances he would simply stroll and enjoy, rooms in Chicago were becoming exceptionally difficult to come by with the great increase in visitors for the fair. He needed to be at the boarding house bright and early if he hoped to get the room before some other visitor came looking. As of yet it was still too early for the Fair to be open and as such,most of the traffic that criss-crossed the streets was business and commerce oriented. He dodged walkers, horses, carts, and the occasional carriage until he was at last traveling down Jackson Ave. To be so close to the Midway was exciting to Lee as it was by far his favorite place at the Fair. Of course, the many grand exhibits were interesting and amazing, but the Midway had an exotic allure that couldn't be matched by displays of art and manufacturing. There was also the Buffalo Bill Cody show which Lee hadn't touched yet. With all that he had made from his job the night prior and what he stood to make with MacClery's group, Lee beamed a smile at all the good times he could afford to have. It was not only a good time to be alive in America, it was a good time to have the money to enjoy it. With a financial panic looming over the country, Lee counted himself among the luckiest of the lucky to be making money instead of losing it.<br/><br/>With his mind on money and amusements, he almost passed the boarding house, and would have had he not run squarely into another man who was heading into the building. Lee's first instinct was to start a brawl in order to assure his place as first in line for the room but the commanding stern look he immediately received from the stranger stopped him momentarily and he acquiesced. He frowned in disappointment but remained a polite distance back as the man ahead of him inquired and secured lodging for an indeterminate amount of time but quickly turned his mood around when the lady of the house beckoned him forward. She had another room available as a visiting party had recently vacated the entire upstairs of the house. He beamed a quick and charming smile to the woman at the saving of his luck. "I was all but certain I'd be back out on the street looking for a room again." He said to her as he leaned against the counter style table. The place wasn't exactly a hotel and the lack of lounging ladies indicated it wasn't a brothel either, but the counter made it feel decidedly unlike a home either. The lady seemed to pick right up on his thoughts and she smiled back. "We usually operate the boarding house for groups, but the Exposition has made it such that we need to open our doors to all potential guests."<br/><br/>"I see..." replied Lee as his eyes briefly scanned the reception room. At first glance he took in an ambiance of 'world travel' but before he appeared as rude and gawking, he turned back to the woman. "...Well, I'm glad for it." He paused and then continued. "Is there anyone available here for delivering messages? I need to send word of my accommodations to a friend."<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, we have a boy who stops by between breakfast and lunch to pick up and deliver messages and he does so again around the dinner hour. You can just leave it here with me and he'll tend to it."<br/><br/>"That's great. Thank you. And what can I call you?..." He took his key as she slid it over to him and inquired of her name.<br/><br/>"I'm Miss Cline. We will also be happy to send for entertainment and provisions if that's something you desire. While we don't operate in entertainment ourselves, we have access to it." She returned his smile warmly and he felt perhaps she fancied him just a bit as they talked.<br/><br/>"Thank you again, Miss Cline. The only entertainment I'll be having tonight is a business friend, so perhaps I can have a few good bottles of spirits and brandy delivered? I'll be out all day." He related the barest bones of his itinerary as he scrawled down the address of the house. "And could you have the boy deliver this message to this address? It's important or else my business contact won't know where to meet me." Miss Cline took the message and set it aside with another to be picked up. "Enjoy your stay Mr. Wilde." With the transaction complete, Lee took his leave to his upstairs room where he set up what few things he had and prepared himself for another day at the Fair.