Victorian Nocturne

"Truly the best theater in all of London!" Charles Nielson enthused, gesturing around at the complex stage. The back was full of ropes and pulleys for various backdrops and props, while the front had trap doors and risers to allow for actors to magically appear or disappear from the stage.

"The Savoy is no longer the only theater with electric lighting or numbered seats!" Nielson continued "We have more seats and better facilities for the intermission."

Henry nodded, looking at the vast array of seats visible from the stage. A few of the cast and crew from the play currently showing at the theater were sitting in the front row, chatting before the daily rehearsal due to start shortly. "Truly an impressive facility Charles, I'm sorry I haven't had the opportunity to inspect it before now." Nielson was an old acquaintance, a performer turned theater owner that he'd first met in Austria years before. Henry had helped him get started in running his own theater about a decade ago with some seed money, and the other man provided box seats for free whenever Henry felt the desire to attend the Opera or see a play.

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