<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Marguerite_Tuerny_14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Judge Warwick, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/><strong>"Perhaps more a promise than a threat."</strong>She replied, matching his play.  Turning her attention to the gorgeous blonde, she watched the woman approach with confidence.  This one was very sure of herself. Or... perhaps not?   The offers of gifts and the lavish self-promotion gave Rita pause.  What sort of insecurities did that bluster mask?<br/><br/><strong>"Pleased to meet you,  Lady Boyle."</strong>She wondered if the title were hereditary, honorary, or awarded for merit?  It was so hard to tell with the English.  Boyle.  The name sounded familiar...  No, she couldn't place it, but it bothered her that it was a name she should know<strong><strong>"That is a lovely dress."</strong></strong>She offered.<strong>"Paris, isn't it?"</strong>She'd left Baltimore just over a year ago, but for the year prior to that she'd spent most of her time and energy in a failing attempt to remain solvent, and had to sell her wardrobe rather than add to it, but she was sure that dresses of this style were just coming in when she left for the West.<br/><br/>And while it might be Paris fashion, the dress itself fit too well to have come from Paris itself.  Unless of course, Lady Boyle had been in Paris for the fitting.<strong>"You will have to tell me who does your clothes."</strong>She continued.<strong>"I have literally noting to wear."</strong>She dismissed the garment she wore.<strong>"I had to borrow... well, my troubles are my own."</strong>She dropped the matter with a firmness that did not invite query into the matter.<br/><br/><strong>"I was just discussing my reason for coming here with the Judge."</strong>She flashed the man a quick smile.<strong>"I'm here on business, of course.  I can't imagine anyone coming here if they didn't have to.  Anyway, I have some property here I need to secure, and Judge Warwick was advising me on my rights."</strong>She decided not to elaborate.  After all, she had no idea who was whom in this godforsaken place.<br/><br/>Her own curiosity was piqued though.  What could this woman have to say to the Judge that might involve her, a stranger to town?<strong>"I must confess you've piqued my curiosity."</strong>She replied to the invitation to stay.<strong>"But I really must get to my own affairs."</strong>She was torn though - should she stay and find out what the Apothecary had to say?  She did have much to do, but she hardly knew where to start.  So while she protested her need to leave, she didn't get around to actually taking it.