<strong>Who:</strong>Elizabeth Greymore<br/><strong>Where:<strong> Entrance hall at the Henshaws'<br/><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore, Vivienne, everyone else present<br/><br/>Elizabeth had sensed her brother's bad mood as soon as he'd come from the house, so she'd tried not to draw attention to herself during the carriage ride over.  She'd found when he was irritable it was best to keep quiet and stay out of his way.  His mood seemed to have improved as they'd driven, though, and now she was relieved to see he was past his earlier irritation.<br/><br/><br/>"Maybe Father was fond of playing jokes when he was younger?" she suggested in reply to his comment concerning how their parents had met.  "That doesn't sound like Father, but one can change temperaments, I suppose."  She liked it when he gave tidbits such as these about their mother, since she herself had never known her.  His stories made her feel like her mother had been a real person, rather than simply the means to her existence.  She waited patiently in the line of guests, content to study the surroundings and converse with her brother or Vivienne until it was their turn to be formally greeted by their hosts.</strong></strong>