Harry was trying to organise the boys and herd them on-stage for their first dress rehearsal of their new production. He'd thought getting the boys to do a 'classic' production would have given them better prospects, but all it had apparently given them was more of an oppertunity to mess around. But let Lucien deal with them.
He was dusting off his hands, about to head back out of the Bridge Theatre and carry on what other business was on the books today, when there was a knock at the back door. He frowned, sure that there was to be no delivery today, but opened it, and peered outside, still wearing his frown.
The girl waiting there was familiar, very much so to him, but he could not place her. She certainly wasn't one of the local working girls; her clothes were too fancy for that at least. "Can I help you Miss?" He asked, wondering if she was a maid come to fetch an errand husband, brother or friend of her mistress, or perhaps ever her own. If she was, she'd be disappointed- he kicked all the drunks out hours ago.