"Thank you, Constance." He said, before leading her out of the main ball-room, apologising as they made their way through groups of guests and dancers. "I hate Balls." He breathed as they reached the French windows, opening out onto a patio terrace over-looking the property's carefully kept garden. Privately, Harry was impressed. The next step up would be a house like this, with gardens as big as a row of Hackney houses. "Must be worth a mint." He said out loud, before turning back to her.
"You aren't cold, are you?" He asked, moving a little further from the doors. "An odd mix of guests, don't you think? Us three, Viv, Nell had his own personal invitation. Lord Hurst's chums, merchants..." He looks over at her, "It smells wrong to me."