<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Weston's Parlor – Weston Manor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About Noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>A Meeting<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“Opened him up? I think you know that I don't entertain men, my dear.”</strong>Victor laughed as he stood to get himself a drink.<strong>“If he is grown to that sort of thing I fear I would be of little help to you.”  </strong><br/><br/>He returned to his seat, leaning back as he took a sip of his drink.<strong>“You would have been a noble Henshaw, pity Herbert never approved of my parents festivities, you would have been quite welcome, likely many times over.”</strong>