Anna blinked in surprise when Nell admitted she'd hardly been outside London and cast a reproving glance at her son. Honestly, no wonder the girl looked so plain- some country air would do wonders for her. Surely her son wasn't that taken with the sickly look. "Only twice outside the city? Shame, dearest. You really ought to take the waters at Bath sometime. It does one no end of good to be out of the city from time to time."
She smiled though, as her thoughts spun a number of ideas all of them more than amusing. "Of course, Harry. Don't you worry, we'll find a way to be a family again. Properly this time." For a moment or two, anyway. She wasn't enamored of the fact he wasn't already railing against his sister- that was one thing that really had to be fixed somehow. Mary wouldn't leave him, she was such an idiot over her older brother. But Harry had a better head on his shoulders and a more circumspect nature. That could be managed...
"Lord Hurst?" She paused as she tried to recall that name. "I don't believe I've met him... Is it more impressive than Lord Mountford-Miles'?"