<strong>Who:</strong>Lord Greymore<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>day 1, before dinner<br/><hr/><br/>Archie did his best to keep his feelings out of it, he really had, but it was just more than he could bare, he knew that it was foolish considering his own actions, both before his marriage and after, but perhaps it was just what he needed to see how wrong he had been. How so very wrong he had been.<br/><br/>He took Vivienne by the hand, leading her through the room, back to the sitting room where he had been earlier. He was relieved to see that no one followed, that of course was something he supposed.<br/><br/>Archie didn't speak until the door was closed and locked.<br/><br/>“I am sorry my love, I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't take it with him at you like that..I—if I ever made you feel as I feel right this moment. I would end my life right this moment from the shame I feel, but I don't like him..I don't like how he looks at you, how he touched you..choose any man in the house if you must, even Hank would be better then the Henshaw nephew..please I implore you.” Archie hoped that he wasn't falling onto deaf ears.<br/><br/>“Vi” He stepped in closer. “If I had known this was the sort of thing that they do, though I should have known..I would have never subjected you or Elizabeth to this..never, but here we are and I know we must be good guests.” Archie sighed. “But not him, please please not him.”