"I think you are more than suitably dressed, Marguerite. At least for a woman receiving gentleman callers in her dressing room."
Harry shrugs in answer to her other question, considering it. "I couldn't right say. Is it better for the woman who knows him best to wish her husband dead, or a vagabond that cares nothing for the man's soul, only his purse?" Harry asks, glancing over his shoulder at the lighter sky, the moon almost disappeared in the pale blue sky. "You want him murdered, don't you? A rich widow is the most liberated woman in the world, you know."