<br/><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<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Remaining a gentleman<br/><hr/><br/>“I waz zinking za zame thing.” Claude laughed as he smiled at Victoria, she really was intoxicating.<br/><br/>“I do not know.” He raised the shade a little more as the coach actually slowed as the driver stopped to speak the man.<br/><br/>“You Grace?”  The Driver said as he greeted Hank. “Why does the day find you walking?”<br/><br/>“I just need to do some thinking, walking helped with that, though my groomsman was worried for my safetly.”  Hank said as he greeted the driver, looking at the coach, but didn't peer at it's occupants. “I am heading to the Inn then to London to catch a train to Devonshire, might I ride with you?”<br/><br/>“Of course you can your Grace..there are passengers in the coach, but I am sure they won't mind additional company, I have no idea if they are conversing..its a Frenchie and a very attractive young lass..” The driver said as he moved slightly. “Can ride up here if you desire it..Inn is a good hour still.”<br/><br/>“I'll ride with your fares..we can settle at the Inn."<br/>“We will not..my pleasure Your Grace.” The man smiled as he eased his reigns and tied them off to open the door. “Have another rider for a spell..Milady, Sir.” He  said as he got the step for Hank.