<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Ella smiled at his words. "You are a flatterer my Lord," she told him as she continued to massage his muscles. Reaching up, she began to gently massage his temples. "You should consult a physician," she suggested. "A learned man might know how best to deal with your vitamins. Where do you get them?" She wasn't sure she was actually interested, but it might help to distract him to enter into a conversation. If he got more agitated, she would stop talking and continue to gently hum.