<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Jennings bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 3pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Talking<br/><hr/><br/>Henry poured himself another cup, but didn't down it as he left it on the table, looking at the woman across from him.<strong>“By GOD your a girl!”</strong>He said as he sat back a little. “You know I always thought Jennings was the old man that cut down the wrong tree when Lord Greymore moved to London.”<br/><br/>Hank sat there a moment, just looking at her.<strong>“I simply don't know what to do, talking to her will only make it worse, she will try to explain..she always tries to explain..then she will try to make me see that I am wrong to think as I do, but am I wrong to think that my wife will go to hell for bedding another woman!? I implore you! Am I wrong, surely it's a sin, just as taking another man would be, but least another man I could fathom, or least I could kill the man..I can not kill a woman!”  </strong><strong></strong>