Nell shook his head, smoothing down the skirts of his dress. “Italy? No, Ma’am. I’ve not really been outside of London to tell you the truth, although we did go to Devon once. The countryside was lovely. I can see why everyone moves out there in the summer instead of stay round here, although London’s got its own charm come the winter.” He said, and then thought better of having talked so much. Mary had told him to keep quite but there he was babbling on, although he was hearing more about Harry’s past than he’d previously known.
For him Harry had simply appeared one day and turned his whole life around. It was strange to imagine him as someone with a family who’d been a child once himself.