"I see, well, in that case, yes go arrange a basket. I'll put your plans in motion and then we can take a jaunt down to the beach. I wouldn't mind getting a swim in and we can find some cove to have our lunch in."

With that, he stood and went to talk to the various heads of staff that needed to be given permission to proceed with various plans. From there, he went to the coachman and got them to prepare the carriage to take them out to the shore, let the governess know that she would need to take care of Max for the afternoon, and then went to go get changed into some attire more suited for time spent in sand and surf.

About an hour after they separated Quentin was in the courtyard dressed in a pair of shorts and a white silk short-sleeve shirt waiting for Claire to arrive. The two would be off as soon as she arrived so they could get to enjoying their afternoon alone together, something they'd not had nearly as much of since Max had been born. But such was the way of things and that would hopefully improve as the lad grew older.