<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Archibald Greymore<br/>Westinghouse (Greymore Primary Estate)<br/>Preparing to travel</span></span></div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Lord Greymore was fixing his gloves, for the tenth time as he waited on Lady Greymore. "Does the Lady not understand that we only have the weekend and if she detains us any further that we will miss the entire thing." The servant didn't reply, only nodded and went on about their work.  Greymore took out his watch, looking at the stairs. "I might as well just take these off and put them back on again. I mean this is very inconsiderate. I doubt her family would allow for her to behave in such a manner in France..I mean yes, it's true that the French only think of themselves, but blast it, she is a Lady now and--" Greymore stopped to swat a maid's behind. <br/><br/>"You are a new one--remind me to introduce myself properly upon my return." The young woman scurried away, rather fast as Greymore looked as his watch again. "Surely this is not how she was raised." <br/><br/>A half an hour passed and Lord Greymore had moved to a bench, this time playing with his shoes, rather the laces of them as he eyed one of his favorites, blowing her a kiss as she girl giggled and scurried on her way as the housekeeper scolded her.<br/><br/>"Hester--Be nice to the lass..I like her ass." He rhymed as he laughed and checked his watch again. "Blast it!" <br/><br/>Another twenty minutes passed and Lord Greymore was checking his hair in the mirror. "I have experiements that take less time than my wife--Blast it!" He turned as he was interupted. "Yes--what is it?" <br/><br/>"My Lord. The Lady Greymore is waiting in the carriage, is growing impatient, foot man says she's been waiting for nearly an hour."</span>