<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Tori_avi.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Lady Victoria Stuart</span></span> </strong><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>In a Coach on the Road<br/><strong>With:</strong>His Grace, Henry the Duke of Albany<br/><br/>Lady Victoria’s French was quite good enough to understand anything Claude said has she been paying any attention to him.  However, she was determined to ignore him and ignore him she did.  She did not even look up as he exited the carriage nor did she spare him a glance to see if he followed on foot or sat down along the side of the road.  She did not want to know.<br/><br/>As the carriage continued along without the Frenchman Lady Victoria’s good humor returned.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Hank,” she said to her brother giving him a warm smile. “I did not relish the thought of continuing my journey on foot but I could not have tolerated him for another second.  How could a gentleman become so cruel and beastly?  Truly, I have never, not ever in my life, heard anyone speak so foully.”<br/><br/>She shook her head and chased all thoughts of Claude away.  “I am glad; at least, to now have you all to myself.  Finally, we can really talk. You must tell me everything, what can I do to help?”<br/>