<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Greymore carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ella<br/><strong>When:</strong>1pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>leaving<br/><hr/><br/>Archie waited for the butler and his man to climb the carriage and take their seats beside the driver before looking to Ella again. "Do you like it here? I mean living in my home?" His eyes narrowed a little as he waved his hand in front of his face like he was shooing away a fly.<br/><br/>"I presume you heard that the one I call the Phantom is not more..she has decided to leave and as such is to never be spoken of again..I find it sad and yet on another notion it is rather uplifting." He raised his finger in the air then swatted it again. "She was a lovely woman and a fair lay, but frankly she moped about a bit too much and was always looking at me with this disapproving look that I didn't like. My own dear wife Vivienne never did that, so why should she? I ASK YOU..WHY!" Archie has raised his voice, seemingly like he knew nothing of what he was really saying.<br/><br/>"Your corset..do you stuff it? I always found it greatly amusing when ladies stuff their corsets..I never understood why for if it is more or less, it is still worthy of love."<br/><br/>