Matchmaking mothers and their desperate daughters crowded near Sir Berkeley and his mysterious friend. Attempting to not be so obvious, the prowling mamas sipped on their lemonade, speaking in hushed tones. One of the mothers whispered to the others, "Who is the gentleman conversing with Sir Berkeley? Has he ever participated in a season?" Another mother rolled her eyes and scoffed, "You don't know? That is Lord Ashbrook. Thousands of acres of land in the countryside, magnificent manor." Another mother chimed in with her eyes wide, " Well if that is so, my daughter must marry him." Bickering arose amongst the mothers as they all had their eyes set on the Lord for their daughters. Oblivious to the commotion that is merely a few feet away, Sir Berkeley continued to converse with Lord Ashbrook. Sir Berkeley lightly nudges the countryside Lord and says in a playful way, "Well, Ashbrook, the man of the hour. What brings you to London? The search for wife perhaps?" Lord Ashbrook coughs, "Can't I come to see an old friend, Berkeley?" Sir Berkeley chuckles, "Am I wrong my friend? You are nearly one and thirty." Ashbrook rolls his eyes and said, "Surely you in need of a wife more than me, you rake." Sir Berkeley breaks out into laughter, "That is right. However you aren't denying that you are on a hunt. All the while, you had been spectating on the side, sipping on a glass of sparkling water while enjoying the spinster life. Ashbrook shifted from his conversation with Berkeley as his eyes landed on you.