He glanced casually over the address only to find himself unable to look away. He knew that address alright. That Mr. Blacke was her uncle? Inside Robert's head, the wheels began to spin rapidly. Well, well...

He let out a quiet whistle, ending in a tut. Then he turned back to the young lady. "Mr. Blacke of Oswy street is your uncle? Surely not, so fine a young lady as yourself..." His voice was thick with staged anxiety, carefully masking the glee he felt at this unexpected turn of events.