<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/><strong>“Jest a Building.”</strong>Claude replied as he looked out the window a little more. He found the english countryside to be bland and boring, but he was also used to the french countryside, which might have been equally bland and boring, but in Claude's eyes it was the most beautiful country in the world.<br/><br/>He sat there for a good couple more hours, there was still idle conversation between himself and Victoria, but Claude had stopped scanning her beautiful form. The Lady was easy on the eyes, but Claude's eyes were growing tired. Then it happened.<br/><br/><strong>“I don't believe it!”</strong>He said as he nearly jumped up.<strong>“Finally I zee a man!”</strong>He was starting to think that the driver, he and Victoria where the only people in the country other than an occasional animal. Little did Claude know that the man in question was the Duke of Albany.