Who: Lord Greymore<br/>Where: Sitting Room<br/>With: Lady Greymore<br/>When: day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>Archie hung his head. “Quite to the contrary. You are the best of me. I couldn't be happier than I am with you.” He sighed. “I am so very sorry for my actions—I really really am. I have been such a bugger.”<br/><br/>He took her hand as he looked at her. “Vi..I love you, I loved you the first time our eyes met, our families might have arranged our union, but God put us together.” Archie knew he had had too much to drink, he held his libations well, but it was making him emotional.<br/><br/>“I tried to just continue my life as it was before you, never taking into consideration the effect it was having. Elizabeth, tried to caution me, but you might have not noticed I can be rather stubborn.” He tried to crack a smile, but it was faltering. “I have never meant to hurt you, but please all I ask is please don't entertain the Henshaw nephew. I—I know that the Henshaw's have a rather perverse nature, but down deep I believe them to be good, decent people, but knowing what I know, for having been there, the look he gave was not the look of mirth and a fun weekend, and I could not live with myself if you are Elizabeth were harmed.” In truth Archie didn't know if J.F would have been brutal with Vivienne, but Archie knew that look and it was enough for him. He would hope that if Darcy Henshaw was in his shoes that he would take the same stance with his own Lady, or his daughters, he hoped that would be the case.<br/><br/>“I have failed you, my love, and I will never forgive myself for such that I have been, but all I ask is this one thing..”