TexasGuy

Impatient as ever, Mr. Brown stood there gazing at the open manor. He stared towards the trees, the bushes, it certainly was nice out here. He had never been around horses before, but has grown accustom to riding them every now and then. Of course that may be due to Gwyn’s influence. He stood there twisting his hat nervously and impatiently. He was not a man who often had this much given free time. Long hours in the office each day brought success and wealth, but little time was left for social relations. Sure he was known among the elite and often attended annual galas for this or that, and would attend the governor’s and senator’s private parties. However, he did not consider such “white-tie” and “black-tie” events as social gatherings, but rather as business opportunities, as did many other of the elitist who attended. Though he never supported governor Harrington, he never turned down an invitation, especially when Emerson would call upon him personally. This new governor seems different though, yet Mr. Brown had yet to be introduced to him, nor had he been invited to attend the mansion. He truly missed the years of Governor Goldsborough. Talks were on the way of him running for the senate, though senator France was remarkable, he felt Goldsborough would lead Maryland into a better future. As he stood there reflecting on what others called “trivial political agendas” he heard the side porch door open. There, to his surprise, was Mrs. Fournier. Her dark blonde hair seemed lighter and seemed to glow in the noon day sun. She kept her manor as immaculate as she did herself. She said something, but he was still in his thoughts to really understand what she had mentioned. As suddenly as she appeared, she was gone. Mr. Brown pulled out an exquisite Swiss gold pocket watch, a rather expensive watch he inherited from his grandfather, and fixed his eyes on the emblem before opening it. He had a habit of constantly checking the time, especially with nothing to do. Almost 12:00. Of course no sign of Miss Duopp. He placed his hat back on and ventured inside again, saddened he did not get see her.

Now if there was one thing Mr. Brown enjoyed more than his noon tea, it was getting the chance to sit in the parlor with Gwyn. Though his formalities always got in the way and he'd would only address her as Miss Duopp. He always got the feeling she didn't care for such formalities though. His stay had been brief up to this point, but he could always depend on his tea, the approval of Mrs. Fournier, and of course the dreaded bran muffin and herbs. He was accustomed to finer cuisines from Italy and France. "If only I could enjoy my tea with just Gwyn" he thought, though some what out loud. He grabbed his coat and headed to porch until tea was served.