Anna sighed. "Sir Elliot, you mean, dear? Or Lord Stanley?" She smiled. "I did keep an eye on where she was, you know." Well, she'd meant to and that was the same as. "It wasn't easy from Italy but I did manage." the unspoken message being 'and why don't you know their names?'
She lifted her chin and fixed her son with a hurt look. "I know I wasn't perfect, Harry, but it's not polite to talk to your mother in such tones," she said in a tone which was more aggrieved disapppointment than a rebuke.
As he went to the door, Anna smoothed her skirts and wiped the tears from her face. Emotions were utterly exhausting. Still, she smiled sweetly at the girl in the doorway and ignored Harry's disdain. "A pleasure, dear."
"I'm afraid I remarried, Harry. After Mr Slater's... incident, with your stepfather Mr Darby, I met a wonderful man in Italy. Cesare Manzoni," Anna smiled at the fond memories of the villa. "I'm Mrs Teresa Anna Manzoni now, dearest."