"I could hardly take offence, Constance. She might have birthed me but I don't think she did much passed that." He told her, smiling, and then moved to sit down on the edge of the steps which led down to the grassy lawn. "And my mother likes no one but herself."
Harry shrugged then. "I don't know, are you? Maybe not little ones, but you do a good job of looking after your lot. I mean, aside from the work, which for your girls is hardly unsafe, and the rest of it, you do a good job." He said, gesturing for her to sit with him. "To have things just because you can. I used to dream of that when I was younger."
"Do you mean a drunk?" Harry said, almost ignoring her last few words, although he knew she meant no harm. "No, I didn't do that. His father was like that. It's how he lost the Theatre. I just don't want Nell to end up the same way."