<strong>Who:</strong>Elizabeth Greymore<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Andrew, Belle, Lady Henshaw, Mrs. Marsters<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><br/>Elizabeth lingered upstairs for a while, occupying herself with examining some of the artwork and decorations that hung on the walls, wanting to stretch her legs a bit before having to sit again in the library.  Soon she grew bored, so decided to head downstairs and see who was about.  She found the library, thanks to the assistance of one of the servants, and was through the door before she took in the room, and what looked to be a private conversation.<br/><br/>"Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know this room was being used for a private talk," she apologized, taking a couple of steps backward, and flushing at her blunder.  "I could find somewhere else to be, if you'd rather, and no offense was meant," she added, pausing in her retreat long enough to hear if Lady Henshaw wanted privacy for a bit longer.<br/><br/>