Hubert Stonewall was nervous. Not that he planned to show it on the footsteps of the Hawthornes' front door. He was there like he had promised Anastasia. For a moment he forgot himself and recalled the cool early summer night. It had seemed so very magical and the realm of possibilities seemed endless. As the door opened he snapped himself back to the real world. By all outwardly appearances the young man looked like he was there on business. His expression was pleasent but gave no outwardly signs of emotion. His jacket was well tailored to him, not surprisingly considering the fortune he had amassed. A fortune started by his grandfather, but it was Hubert's keen understanding of the changes in the world that now made them the paramount air shipment experts of England, with a reach far past the continent even. Taking off his hat he nodded to the man at the door. "Hello, I'm here to call upon Mr. Hawthore if he is available," Hubert said without any fuss. He was really here to see Anastasia of course, but propriety stated he first needed the blessing of her father. He hoped he would be a reasonable man. After all, if not to have men court his daughter, why else would he force her to attend?