Re: Grand entrance
Carrick nodded in recognition when he was reminded of the woman's name. "Lucia. Of course. Thank you. That would driven me mad all night." He turned to face the young woman who had spoken. "I knew her, albeit briefly," he remarked. "It was shortly before she was married and left for the New World." Very shortly, in fact, he thought to himself.
Carrick's eyes passed over the blonde hair and the sweetly open, delicate little face of the hostess. He gave a practiced smile. "Then you must be Tabitha Dobson." He held out his hand. "It's a very great pleasure. I'm Lord Carrick."