<strong>Dinner will soon be searved.</strong><br/>Charlotte as always was more than happy to engage in conversation, and it seemed she knew how to behave in polite company or other, she was as a chameleon, it was those skills that had kept her alive for so long. Considering her other life… “Indeed I do hope there will be no repeat my good doctor; I may faint and need resuscitating. The Lady laughed then, though it was apparent that the inspector was not so amused, his face blanched a little. Whatever he had seen had obviously terrified him.<br/><br/>The inspector did however seem a little distracted. Still his was happy to drink a little sherry as it was offered around, though frankly he would have preferred absinth and a pipe.<br/><br/>“Goodness the dogs are rather noisy tonight…perhaps they too are excited about the event.?” Charlotte smiled again, keeping the conversation light, or at least as light as she could. Considering where they were.<br/><br/>Indeed most people here found a strange sense of foreboding. It was about that point that the Lord and lady seemed to come into view, they had been there all the time yet somehow over looked after the introductions. However now they were in full view. The Lord Robert Winterstone appeared somewhat pale and perhaps a little pasty however Malsika looked quite radiant and certainly drew the eye, even though she was a ‘darkie.’<br/><br/>It was of course worth remembering that Robert was not the direct heir, he was only looking after it until his nephew came of age…if indeed he did… reach maturity.<br/><br/>Everyone was welcomed then and of course a toast was made for his late brother, his wife was not mentioned, it was likely if the gossip were true she was in some asylum.<br/><br/>The two chatted with various guests in a most polite manner until dinner was announced.<br/>