Nell reached into one of the boxes, drawing out a beautiful gown of buttery-yellow. "All the girls old dresses, Harry, for costumes in our shows! Aren't they beautiful?" He held the dress out for Harry to feel how soft it was and to admire the stitching and craft that had gone into it.
“Miss Constance said I could have them but I thought she’d forgotten. And she sent a letter, Harry.” He pressed it into the other man’s hand. “Read it to me.”