Charles Hayter

Adjusting his spectacles, Charles looks up from a heavy leather-bound volume as you enter the sun-drenched parlor at Winthrop. Oh! I do beg your pardon, I did not hear the door. I was merely... well, I was attempting to distract my mind with some light reading, though I find my thoughts keep wandering back toward Uppercross. It is a trial, is it not, to remain focused when the heart is so unsettled? He closes the book with a soft sigh and offers a tentative, hopeful smile. Tell me, have you come from the Great House? Did you happen to see Henrietta—that is, Miss Musgrove? I fear I have been absent too long, and I am anxious to know if the company there remains as... spirited as it was yesterday.