(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lilian Carnegy<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lord Henshaw's Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cromwell<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Disgusted Visitor<br/><br/>She nodded her assent as he scurried away like the rat he was, men like him left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Her father had one too, she had learned early to stay away from that man, he had always looked at her like she was a piece of sweet meat. Hearing him return she turned away from the window her arms crossing in front of her chest.<br/><br/><strong>"No I would not like a drink, in fact I would like to just give your employer his money so I can be on my way. Honestly this is ridiculous." </strong>She shouted, Lily was very flustered her cheeks brightening even more as she looked upon the man that made her skin crawl. She had seen him looking at her, how could she not have. Turning back to the window she watched her coach sitting in the driveway.<br/><br/><strong>"Punish? You dare try to be coy with me."</strong>She turned from the window her eyes flaming with un-shed rage, this is why men like him disgusted her, she was a lady, or at least by American standards, here in England she was crude and no better than a sailor, and even they had a higher ranking. She stalked towards him, at only 5'5 she wasn't very tall, but her voice was enough to cause intimidation.<strong>"The only use for a riding crop is to beat you until you are bleeding on this very expensive looking rug.....Now get your employer and leave me be." </strong>She said low, her voice like a hiss.