Harry Fisher did not appriciate being summoned anyway- and that's what the invitation had been, a summons to appear before Lord Hurst and that dammed Russian and goodness knew who else. He knew he wasn't being invited because the hosts thought he was one of them, he was here as some form of entertainment, or even worse, some sort of sacrifice. He'd been hearing the name Petrov far too often recently not to have suspicions.
Still, the booze was of a reasonable quality, Nell seemed happy enough in his new dress and sparkling jewels, and the attentions of most of the other guests on him. Or her, as Harry's mother still believed. Hopefully the evening wouldn't be wasted, anyway- Antoine Laurent was here, Lord Hurst, and a few others besides that were on more than familiar terms with Nell. Perhaps they could make use of one of the spare rooms and turn some profit...