<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Andrew Cromwell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lord Henshaw's sitting room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lilian Carnegy, Lord Henshaw<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>groveling<br/><hr/><br/><strong>“I am sorry Lord Victor, but there is an American here from Amer..oh yeah I see what you mean now.”  </strong>He chuckled..<br/><br/><strong>“Ms. Lilian Carnegy is here..though it's not the same spelling so I wager not the same family..”  </strong><br/><strong>“CROMWELL!”</strong>Vic snapped.<br/><br/><strong>“Here on behalf of her father..railroad business, she's a looker if'n I do say so myself..and being a Ms..she aint married..i'n you can put in a good word for me..she's promised to whip me.”</strong>