It had been such a long time and Nell was growing restless. He couldn’t imagine who it could have been at the door on such a dreadful night, nor who’d be keeping Harry’s attention for so long. Mary was at home he knew that. It couldn’t be someone from the theatre or the gang because Harry would have dealt with them by now.
He stood, pulling the wrap tighter around himself and went out onto the landing. “Harry!” He called. “Harry, what’s keeping you?” He peered down into the light of the hallway, surprised to see a woman standing there and not anyone he knew already like Ann or Miss Emelie, and then he remembered himself and that he was wearing only the barest of coverings. “I...I’ll just go get dressed”