He knew Aimé would not have forgotten their meeting, even though it was gone midnight now, and the stars glittered over head when he met the boy's manservant at the gate, and walked with him to the door of Amié's room, giving him several shillings for his trouble, before he watched the man return to his own quarters.
Mercedes shifted uncomfortably, the long, protective sleeve of Aimé's present heavy in his hands. Still, it would be worth it. He knocked, softly, on the boy's door, hoping he would not wake Antoine or the boy's father, although he doubted at such a late hour either would be listening out for a polite, barely audible knock on the door down the corridor from their own rooms.