Holmes is glad to see them go, though the whole thing turned out better than he had thought it would. He isn't so very nervous, not now, not when he'd been fairly confident of Mary's opinion before he even said anything. He gets up from his chair and crosses the room lazily, no real urgency in his step.

"What danger? She was eager to see if her suspicions would true; there was hardly any malice or disgust in her curiosity." He lifts Watson by his shoulder and slides into his seat, pulling him back down into his lap. "And besides, we've already gone through that with Lestrade. You truly had no notion?"