Harry couldn't help but smile as he noticed the young Irish woman ride towards the party of picnickers. He stood up, moving towards Lady Gwendolyn and taking her horse's reins as she slid from the saddle, offering a free hand to help her. "Lady Gwendolyn! What a pleasure to see you again." He said, before letting one of their hosts servant's take the reins from him.
"Will you join me for a drink?" He asked, still smiling. The worry about the evening's play seemed to slip from his mind, and the day suddenly seemed much more interesting. "I wasn't aware that you were going to be present tonight, my lady. I'm very glad to see you."