Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Of course, Good day. Thorben had to agree with the necessity of a chaperone to their meeting. A lady of course does not meet a gentleman caller without him being acquainted with the men of the house or alone. It was unbecoming. He gave her a smaller, but still quite polite bow before leaving. He wanted to stay and watch the house more but his lingering after a brief conversation and departure would be more than suspicious. He would have to buy his time and wait until he receives confirmation and meet with her brother. As much as he wanted to kill the man, he realized that in being known and wanting to make up for his mistake, has put him much closer to his victim. He didn't want to be connected to his murder and have everything ruined. So he was at the impossible crossroads of letting go of a victim or maintaining good social standing. When he got home he sat in his study, twirling his cane about as he thought things over. He still very much wanted Thomas dead. He had mistaken the surnames and confirmed that Ms. Lamb was certainly a Miss and not a Missus. He was puzzled when he found that he preferred that she was unwed. Perhaps he did experience attraction to someone, something which was a rare thing for him. He was well known in various clubs as a regular. He often kept to himself but it wasn't uncommon that he mingled with other men. No one ever suspected that he never had a formal education further than the ability to read. He attended balls of those more closer to the upper class, but that was not always the case. After all, he was one of those rags to riches stories that all the beggars wished they could boast. At each ball his etiquette was impeccable, had drawn more than a few ladies' attention, but never pursued or expressed a fondness for any. The biggest thing those that knew him often debated about was his profession. He did not own a business, factory, trade or even relatives that anyone was familiar. There were arguments when he wasn't around that he was an artist that catered to a few wealthy nobles although no one ever saw him with or near art supplies. Others believe that his family are wealthy but live in another part of England or another country all together. Another was that his lack of pursuing any woman was due to having loved and lost. Another believed he was married and in his wife's death was left a great sum.Someone who knew him speculated that his gentleness with women was due to staying on their good side for new clients as an abortion doctor. His belief was based on watching him get into medical discussions with other doctors and having witnessed him purchase a scalpel once. Yet many of the rumors had nothing to really back it and too many disagreed. The only thing that can be agreed upon was that he kept his private life private, did not enjoy talking about himself, and always followed proper etiquette without complaint. Harold McKinley, a steel factory owner was possibly the only person that Thorben could count as a friend. The son of an Irish immigrant made a name for himself and had known the man since they were beginning their years of adulthood and before the money. He was the only person that was consistently seen with Thorben on a near daily basis. When he heard that someone was asking around about him, he decided to approach the one doing the asking. His curly hair was kept under check with a brown Cahill top hat and was just slightly more then less dressed. Did I hear you mention Mr. Strand? He's an old friend of mine. He held out a hand in greeting.