<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Grand Central Station aka the Hall Outside Ella's Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore and Georgiana Elliot<br/><strong>When:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>What: </strong>Spiders, dusting, and bedchambers.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ella laughed and then bit her tongue. “I'll be an evicting angel to your spiders miLord, setting them gently on the floor, while rendering the wee mites homeless.” She told him and then with laughing eyes looked over at Georgiana and curtseyed very low.  She suspected the woman was the mistress of Lord Archibald Greymore and as an image of the woman naked on her master's bed flashed before Ella's eyes, she blushed.<br/><br/>Walking away with a sway to her step and a wave over her shoulder, she returned to dusting. Oh I do envy your taste your lordship, she thought. “I'll take care of you chambers next miLord.” Then as she began to work, she started singing quietly under her breath. It was an old song about a sister who murdered her younger sister and how a fiddler made a musical instrument out of the dead girls ribcage. Morbid, but excellent dusting music, Ella thought.