<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/ClaudeMoreau.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Comte Claude Moreau<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Coach on the roac<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Remaining a gentleman<br/><hr/><br/>Claude thought for a moment as he took in what Victoria was saying of her brother, perhaps he had been too hasty to try to warn him of marrying his Vivienne? He had willingly married her to Lord Greymore, the family had been around for a long while and they were willing to pay him a dowry, the new Duke had forgone that ancient way and paid him nothing in exchange for his daughters hand, it was a grave injustice.<br/><br/><strong>“I 'em curtan zat he iz jest az zue remember 'im.”</strong>He smiled as he looked out the window, the first signs of anything resembling a building appearing since he had left London.