Nell opened the door, frowning as he saw it was Will there. "What do you want? Harry is busy." He said pointedly, not caring what Will thought or what he might say to anyone else about it.
He glanced past the man, to the blonde behind him. There was a flicker of recognition for a moment, but it couldn't be her - she looked so different and well dressed, and besides what would she be doing back in London? Hadn’t she washed her hands of the theatre and him years ago. And what was Will doing bring a lady into the theatre?