It was not all that odd to find Frederick at the Society most days. He had friends there and of course his mother. There was also Miss Whitledge a young woman he held in great, affectionate esteem. He would even be so bold as to say he loved her. Though he had not said as much to her quite yet. He knew she had been hesitant at first but he had been quite glad when she had agreed to allow his courting of her.

And in the world they lived in, most people generally knew that meant a promise of marriage somewhere on the horizon. He had been working on his own personal project in another room. It was going quite well, much to his pleasure. He set aside his things for now and stepped out to the parlour where he found Miss Whitledge.

"Good afternoon, Miss Whitledge. May I ask what you are working on today?" He asked as he moved closer.