<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Study (downstairs)<br/><strong>With:</strong>Belle, Richard, Charlie, Dahlia<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1 before dinner<br/><strong>What:</strong>Finishing his speech.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The lord of the manor looked from his friend to the young....person beside him.<strong>"Indeed"</strong>The longer Lord Darcy looked the young man, the more there was more to Charlie.<strong>"We do have our fair share of fillies.  Every hand...Don't we Charlie."</strong>Lord Darcy gave Charlie a pat on the back.  The was a hearty grin on the lords face as he glanced to Richard.  Charlie's question pulled Lord Darcy's attention.<strong>"Nonsense It's quite a walk...."</strong>The lord thought for a moment.<strong>"You shall join us for dinner...I'm intrigued by what they two see in you...I"</strong><br/><br/>Lord Darcy's hand stayed perched up on Charlie's shoulder when the cook's help spoke.  He knew the woman's name but it was alluding him.  A mental image of Allen popped in his head.  The butler said<em>Ms. Stehpens...</em>As the name came to Lord Darcy, his lips moved.<strong>"Yes, Ms. Stevens?"</strong>She was a tasty dish.   The lord eyed the woman.  He knew those kitchen staffer could do wonderful things with their hands.  If it wasn't for Mrs. Rogers, the female cooks would have different uniforms but kitchen hygiene was important around food.