Caroline and Mycroft
The ordeal was nearly finished and it would seem that Mycroft accomplished what he set out to do by throwing this party. the guests had enjoyed themselves, but not as much as he enjoyed watching them leave. Only the hired help remained, and soon his life would be returned to order and he'd be enjoying the silence of his precious solitude.
From where he sat in his office, he could watch the caterers tidy up; his housemaid would be coming in the morning to do a more thorough cleaning, but for now he appreciated the care these people took around his antiques. In fact, everything had gone quite smoothly, and for that he had Ms Forbes to thank.
Speaking of which...
Mycroft mulled over her question, gazing at the collection of flowers they'd gathered together on the kitchen table. "The large one may remain," he said, sounding haughty without meaning to. "The others, you may do with as you please." He hoping that she wasn't simply going to bin them - that would be such a waste, but he wouldn't say anything about it, maintaining an air of detachment.
"I must say, I'm very satisfied by your level of professionalism, Ms Forbes. Now I understand why you came so highly recommended, and I shall do the same."