<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6939001#msg6939001">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 18-09-2012, 02:07:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br/>Where: Library<br/>With: Elizabeth and Archibald others nearby<br/>When: Day 1 - Evening<br/><br/>"I'm sorry Archibald, your wife hasn't come into the library after you two talked. If you are worried about J.F. though maybe you should go check on her, he left not long after she did." Andrew offered. <br/><br/>Maybe part of that was him wanting to get rid of Archibald since kind as he might be he got involved in his talk to Elizabeth, but it was still the truth as far as Andrew knew it, and J.F. had a way of getting people angry, maybe preventing things from getting heated, in the wrong way, was a good idea.<br/><br/>Focusing back to Elizabeth Andrew continued "It is one of the most shocking practices I have known of around here, but my point stands, you haven't heard of those things before now, and nobody's name got tainted."<br/><br/>Getting an idea by seeing Alice he whispered in Elizabeth's ear "Of course if you would be content with just watching maybe I could arrange a private show for you"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I haven't spotted her in here either," she told her brother.  "Maybe she's just enjoying some peace and quiet somewhere," she suggested, hoping it might be true.  She'd hate for Archie to go looking for Vivienne and find her with someone else.<br/><br/>"That's true, I haven't heard any names," she said, turning her attention back to Andrew, deciding to let Archie choose for himself whether he'd go looking for Vivienne, or let her be for a while.  "I shouldn't worry so much, especially since my brother apparently doesn't see a need to," she added.  "As for watching, I'm not sure how the other person would feel about being spied upon," she said, wondering why he was showing such an interest in her.  She was flattered, naturally, but she wasn't foolish enough to think it was because he had any special feeling for her.  Yet he seemed to be willing to be patient with her, and she liked that.  "What did you have in mind?" she couldn't help asking, hoping he'd give his intended target a choice on whether they'd mind an audience, assuming she agreed to his idea, that was.