<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley, Open<br/><hr/>Marguerite noticed the glance toward the aloof woman, and the tiny smile that followed.<strong>"Thank you so much."</strong>She replied to the inquiry that they go in.  She hesitated, and then remembering the woman's earlier reaction to her mistaken address, she added when a natural flow.<strong>"Sir."</strong>She flashed her own brief, slightly playful smile.<br/><br/>She glanced at the elegant woman across the room as the entered the lobby.<strong>"You keep calling me darling."</strong>She noted to Harley when the reached a corner table.<strong>"Thank you."</strong>She interrupted herself as she allowed Harley to help her into a chair.<strong>"That's quite forward of you, don't you think?"</strong>She continued after taking her seat with the same calm grace she usually presented.<br/><br/>Of course the woman didn't know her name.  This was going to be a continuing problem out here in the untamed west.  Proper introductions were a chicken-or-the-egg situation when one was a stranger. If one knew no one, then there was no one to introduce one, and without proper introduction, one was not able to make new acquaintance.<br/><br/>Finally, she bowed to the inevitable - one must adapt, after all.  The last eighteen months had proven to her that one could adapt to anything that didn't kill them.<strong>"My name is Marguerite."</strong>She informed the lanky cowgirl.<strong>"Mrs. Marguerite Landry."</strong>She wondered if she should offer a hand, or just nod?  Offering a hand for a brush of lips seemed silly, both on account of her companions gender, and her manner.  Such niceties of manner didn't really fit, out here in the wilds.  Of course, Nathan had done quite well in regard to manners.  She decided, since she was seated, to simply nod a gracious and respectful nod in lieu of a curtsey.<strong>"Late of Baltimore."</strong><br/><br/>When the girl came around she asked for tea, and while they waited she shot another glance toward Miss Greene.<strong> "She is lovely.  And seems quite refined.  Who is she?"</strong>She asked her companion.<br/>