Lord Hurst rather enjoyed parks. While in London, they were the closest thing to his shooting meadow available. Of course, he wasn't allowed to shoot the ducks, but that did not stop him imagining the shoot, his dogs retrieving the birds, his audience clapping as the dog dropped the duck at his feet, and one of the footmen picked it up and added it to the pile.
It was a pleasant daydream, but he was untimely awakened from it when one of his dogs, the brown King Charles Spaniel, barked excitedly at the approach of a familiar face. Tobias looked up, and glanced at the young woman talking towards them. It was one of those charming Mountford-Miles daughters. The eldest, if he remembered correctly. And looking more than a little upset too. Perhaps he could save the day. "Miss Mountford-Miles?" He asked, coming closer to her, and looking concerned. "Down, Plato. Pliny!" He commanded of the two dogs as the circled the two humans happily.