Who: Mrs. Gwen Marsters<br/>Where: Library<br/>With: Lady Henshaw, Belle Henshaw, Andrew<br/>When: Day 1 - Evening<br/>The young lord's interest in his sister had been obvious for years, at least to Mrs. Marsters' discerning eye and it was clear that this first weekend romp would draw the wool from Belle's eyes finally.  She watched the two leave with a raised brow, wondering idly if the girl would give herself up to her brother even before the dinner plates were set.<br/><br/>"My Lady," she said, idly fingering the crop in her hand.  "I've been given to understand the groom has acquired several sets of fine pony gear," and by which the housekeeper did not mean ponies of the equine sort but the more rarified human ponies that could be so amusing.  "Do you think a race might be in order this weekend?  You know how gentlemen so like to gamble and a few ladies in harness would certainly add to the excitement this year."<br/><br/>They had little chance to continue the conversation as Belle and her brother came back in, the girl blushing and nervous, the young lord flushed for another reason entirely.  The housekeeper bit back a smile at the faux careless way the lord blurted out his desires.