Mary's jaw dropped. Oh good lord, had she wandered into the pages of one of Lady Stanley's favorite novels? Greenwich Square? Her brother? That was it, she was having one of those dreams again. Had to be. She stood up, following Harry's lead while she tried to focus her thoughts again... and clothes? Maids?
"Harry, you're joking. Greenwich Square? That's not... it's not... What? Clothes? Oh, you've lost me completely. What have you been up to? This theater can't be all of it. You aren't--" She thought of Mr Slater, and glanced worriedly at her brother. Whores and theaters were one matter, but there were other things what made more money. Harry wouldn't do well with Slater; not for long in any case. And if Harry crossed Slater? Mary shuddered. "Tell me you ain't crossin paths with Himself, Harry."