"I'm glad you agree, mother." He said, moving to her and gesturing her away from the enterance hall, and towards the sitting room. "Will you sit down, mother?" He asked her, tone still terribly polite, even as he pulled the folded handkerchief from his breast pocket and handing it to her. "And can I get you a drink?" He said, tone still clipped, coldly polite. Harry was trying his utmost to remain detatched and unemotional. Otherwise he would no doubt murder the woman before the night was out. Fetching a decanter and two glasses from the sideboard, he returned to sit opposite his mother, across a low table from her. "And you haven't told me yet what brought you here."
Cool, calm, collected. He needed to think before he spoke and get her out of the house as soon as possible. Before she discovered the truth about Nell. Mary had a smart head on her shoulders, that was for sure, and she could fill Nell in. Anna Roper should have come with a manual attached, but unfortunately did not. Nell would have to be brought quickly up to speed, and told his role. Harry didn't doubt Nell could pull off the role of his female mistress, Harry just hoped his own poor acting wouldn't give the game away.