<strong>Sir Earlson (Brown) and Lady Earlson (Purple)<br/>Arriving/Main Entrance Hall</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Under his leather boots the cobblestone driveway felt hard and unforgiving while around him was the most inviting lush green hills of a country resort. Ahead of him sat the Henshaw manor, all regal and fancy looking. Not his taste but it was a treat for Eloise since she deserved some time to unwind from the kids and her studies. Over the broad shoulders of the hunter were his military duffel bag full of all he would need for teh weekend while in his right hand was his rifle case. Looking over at his wife Standford smiled at her. She looked beautiful the way her red hair reflected the suns light. Maybe this weekend they could get some good time in together as he had been busy at the local University lecurting on African native cultures.<br/><br/>"Beautiful place love, I'm glad I saw this. I wonder what kind of fun activities they have? I wouldn't mind a good game of croquet." Standford said looking over at her.<br/><br/>Eloise had quite enjoyed the carriage ride over, but now she was a bit nervous. She didn't know these people, and she didn't know what kind of gathering this was. Honestly, she was quite at a loss. However, she knew that as the wife of a knighted nobleman, she was expected to be socially visible. Besides, she did need a break from the children and such. Unlike many noblewomen, she preferred to raise her children herself. No nannies...no wetnurses. Perhaps she was a bit unorthodox for a "lady," but she didn't care. Standford wasn't much one for convention anyway.<br/><br/>At his statement, she smiled.<br/><br/>"I agree. I suppose we'll find out once we get inside, but I'm sure we will enjoy ourselves."<br/><br/>She grasped his hand and squeezed it as the carriage rolled to a stop.<br/><br/>"Shall we?"<br/><br/>As the carriage came to a stop the hunter let out a relieved breath. They had taken the carriage for her but in reality he hated the things. Much preferred walking but as this was a social place can't appear too "heathen". Reaching over Standford pushed the door openfeeling the wave of country heat roll into the plush car. It was a lovely day outside, the kind of day he would spend watching the kids play in the yard while he and Eloise lounged in chairs on the porch. Garbed in the wear of a hunter, khaki pants, knee high brown leather boots, a khaki shirt with a white undershirt and finally the whole ensemble was completed by his pith hat. Stepping out onto the driveway Standford hucked out his bag before pulling out the rifle case. After that was done he reached in and took his wife's hand with a smile of pure love.<br/><br/>"Of course, lets meet the locals." He said looking around before teasing. "I am sure there are ladies you can talk all you want about knitting and womanly things."<br/><br/>Eloise took his hand and then rolled her eyes at his statement.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sure. And you can talk to the men about pocket watches and the best tailors in London."<br/><br/>She gave him a sarcastic smile and then stepped outside with him. As they walked up the entrance to the door, it was opened by a footman and they were ushered inside to wait in the line. Eloise wore a pretty traveling frock of light blue, and her red curls were up in a simple twist arrangement.<br/><br/>Standford laughed at her remark, if there was one reason he married her it was the fact that she knew how to take sarcasm. Something when they were out in the middle of nowhere thier witty remarks helped pass the time. As they entered the manor he was taken by how out of place they were, he in his dusty dirty hunting attire fresh from the countryside and her in her travelling attire. No doubt some of the head turning they got along with the hushed talking that accompanied it was about how improper they were. Reaching up Standford took his helmet off before tucking it under his arm. Looking around the luxurious manor a look of disgust entered the hunters face. So used to the comforts of a canvas tent he wasn't used to such...luxuries of the upper class.<br/><br/>"Dare I say love, we are woefully underdressed." Came the whisper as he looked at the guests milling about.<br/><br/>Eloise chuckled softly and shrugged.<br/><br/>"Has that ever stopped us before?"<br/><br/>Shaking his head Standford leaned over and gave her a kiss.<br/><br/>"Why of course not, we're rebels of England remember?" Reminded of a joke they shared once in the Amazon.<br/><br/>She smiled.<br/><br/>"We are."<br/><br/>She kissed him back and then took his hand once more...looking forward.