Smiling triumphantly, Edmund rose and took her hand. "Right now, if you wish," he said with a wink. It was getting late. however the horse wasn't scheduled to race for at least another couple of days; a late night riding wouldn't do it any harm. Besides he would consider the debt from the last card game paid in full after this. "Shall I arrange us a carriage?"<br/><br/>Owen had moved down to the dining room to enjoy a glass of 'wine' as he read. Today he lost himself in the writing's of Ellis Bell, engaging in the second part of Wuthering Heights. He peered from his book to find Logan and Romeo enter the room, he smiled softly at them -feeling calmer than earlier after reading- and pulled out a chair for Logan. While he felt guilty to admit, he had a soft spot for his younger brother. They had more in common than the other two, Owen was relieved when he had found a brother he could discuss some literature with. "Were your attempts unsuccessful?" he snickered, pouring two more glasses. "Don't fret, there's always tomorrow," facing Logan as he said this with an encouraging smile, and raised his glass.