"That slut?" Harry growled. "Begging your pardon, of course. She wouldn't take over from Slater- hasn't got the stamina to deal with big business. Can hardly organise her own patrons. No, she's not going to be a problem. But she's not worth keeping around, and she did me a bad turn. And one bad turn deserves another." He explained with a thin, unamused smile. "After what she did, to me and the boys."
"My house would be best. I don't think the Theatre's safe, not for a lady of class like yourself. You know the address, don't you? I doubt there's a Hackney carriage driver in the city who couldn't show you the way."