Manoir de Thornwood: 31 Mai 1850, 18:30
Madame Adelaide: He's impossible. Does he really expect us to sit here and do nothing?
Monseigneur Oliver: None of what he's doing makes any sense. But you can bet I'll uncover what is going on here. He cannot expect us to live our lives shrouded in darkness from within his precious little guilded cage.
Madame Adelaide: Not to mention-
Steward: Pardonnez-moi, vos atesses royales.
Madame Adelaide: Goodness!
Monseigneur Oliver: Who is this?
Footmen: Laurent, Monseigneur. I apologise for my appearance, but I am one of the footmen at Chateau de Clèrisseau.
Monseigneur Oliver: Clèrisseau?
Footmen: Oui, Monseigneur. I have a letter of utmost urgency for you. I was instructed to place it into your hands directly.
Steward: I apologise for the interruption, but he was most insistent.
Monseigneur Oliver: It's quite alright. Merci, Laurent.
Madame Adelaide: Make sure Laurent here is given some food and drink before he leaves. Something warm, Messier. With the storm it must not have been a thouroughly plesant journey.
Steward: Of course, Madame. Right this way, Monsieur.
Footmen: Merci, vos altesses royales.
Madame Adelaide: What is it? Is it from Eleanor?
Monseigneur Oliver: Non...it's from Ernest.
Madame Adelaide: Ernest?
Monseigneur Oliver: ...Eleanor's taken off.
Madame Adelaide: Quoi? Why? Where did she go?
Monseigneur Oliver: He doesn't know. He only says she was in distress and in quite a state when she took off.
Madame Adelaide: You have to go find her, Oliver. She'll catch her death if she's out too long in this storm!
Monseigneur Oliver: What about-
Madame Adelaide: I'll cover for you. Aller. Just go find her.
Monseigneur Oliver: Merci, Addy.
Madame Adelaide: Just go!
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