The horses came to a halt and the crunch of their final hoof steps rang out from the stone out front of Motte-Tilly. Servants scurried to the door and outside, in a flurry to help the new arrival. The man stepped from his coach and looked around with an arrogant air, his eyes settling the door. "Where is my wife." He said firmly to the Valet. The man hastily bowed to the Vicomte. "She is in her room monsieur le Vicomte." he waves his hand at the man. "Send for her, I wish to see my wife." he brushed past the man, nearly sending him onto all fours in the yard, but the man scrambled forward in his haste to do as he was told. "And tea!" Henri-Armand shouted. "I am dry from the long ride." The sound of a tea cup breaking in the kitchens might have been heard as word of the master arrived

Henri-Armand's mind went over the last time he saw his mistress... sadly it seemed that this woman would carry his child, while his wife would remain barren. The further he was from Paris for now, the better and her husband would remain none the wiser. Rumors would spread fast enough, no matter what happened or who's child it really was. He'd like to think it wasn't his though, that it really was the comte's child. He stopped inside the doors and looked around, his eyes falling on his wife as she came through the doors.

"Henri... what are you doing here?" She reached up to touch her neck lightly with her hand, as if she was not nearly as pleased to see him as he might have hoped.

"I've come to spend time with you." He moves around the table and looks the place over. "You got new furniture."

She looks away and nods. "I did, I thought a change might be nice."

"Its rather drab, don't you think?" He walks over to a chair and runs his hand over the fabric.

Gabrielle-Marie watches her husband and shakes her head. "I thought the colors were rather fashionable."

He nods and turns to walk over to her, finally giving her a kiss on the cheek, of course she turns her head away from him as if she was being kissed by a frog. "I've come to spend time with you my dear Gabrielle." He says, reaching up to brush her face with the back of his hand. "You should be happy to see me." She stands quietly, but makes no reply. "Have the servants begin packing your bags, we are going on a trip, nothing fancy, but out of the country for a bit. Go spend some time in a nice warm environment. What do you think?"

She manages to nod, looking out of the corner of her eye at him. "I would like that very much Henri." She replies in her soft sweet voice. "When shall we leave?"

He smiles and moves away from her. "Tomorrow, I would like to rest a bit and the horses need some rest as well. We will travel to the coast and take a ship outbound to someplace exotic." he turns and smiles at her. "I was thinking Italy."

Gabrielle-Marie casts her eyes down to the floor. "That would be fine Henri."

He nods and moves back to her side. "Good, I thought you'd like that." He reaches over and traces along her arm. "Perhaps tonight we might spend alone time before our trip." He offers her his arm and she quietly slips hers around it, following him along to where he wanted to go.