<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Comte Claude Moreau<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Coach on the road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart, Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 5pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>trying to not listen<br/><hr/><br/>Claude had fallen asleep as best he could, but he still heard most of what was said between the two even in his dream like state.<br/><br/>"Zis iz me fault. I zould have delt wiz her in France.”<strong></strong>He said as he opened his eyes.<strong>“Lady Stuart, if zue were given the opp-or-tun-ity, would you dezire to live wiz za Duke here as his Lady and provide za home for him that a man of 'iz status dezerves?”</strong>