<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Study (downstairs)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Belle, Richard, Charlie<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1 before dinner<br/><strong>What:</strong>Finishing his speech.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Lord looked into Charlie's eyes.<strong>"Don't worry son, you services are still required with the stables....Relax....Breath for God's sake."</strong>Lord Darcy's demeanor was relaxed.  The man's hand went back to the shoulder of 'Charlie'.  He looked to Richard.<strong>"We do have a fine young man here don't we Richard.  I can see why J.F. would want to clam this one.</strong>The Lord's hand massaged Charlie's shoulder.<strong>"Just a fine specimen."</strong>