<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Albert Godfrey, Archie Greymore, and Georgiana Elliot<br/><br/><strong>When:</strong>Forty Minutes Past Noon<br/><strong>What: </strong>Attempting an Escape<br/><br/><hr/>Ella paused to absorb the presence of his lordship. He seemed more together … mentally that is … to her eyes. “Oh ‘tis sweet of you to say such a thing,” Ella burbled out. She wanted to pull off a blush, but she wasn’t quite sure she could manage the feat any longer so simply looked shyly down at the ground. “Mr. Godfrey was just making sure I carried out cleaning your room property sir. He’s ever so strict with us maids,” Ella added. “Oh he’s got a keen eye your lordship; we girls can’t get away with sloppy cleaning at all!” To her view, it never hurt to butter up the boss a bit. In this case, her goal was to thoroughly grease both men and then pop them in the oven and vanish while they basted in her compliments. “Well as you know,” she said looking confidentially over at Alfred, “his lordship is a particularly clean specimen of upper class noble sirs and his room hardly attracts even a chicken feather’s worth of dust, so I’m basically done here and was thinking I might go air out the linen closet now.”<br/><br/>Ella offered several generic curtsies directed at first his lordship and next Alfred, while she worked in a sidling little movement toward the door at the same time. “You can get maggots and flees and chiggers and beetles and moths if you don’t air out the linen closet regularly, oh my!” Ella said as she tried to neatly flee the room without actually looking as if she were fleeing. Far too much male power for her comfort, she thought. She never noticed Georgiana's presence as her attention was directed strongly toward Alfred and Archie.<br/><br/>