“It is nice to meet you, Monsieur Nell,” he offered, following the other into the theater. “My name is Lucien Régnier.”
Had Lucien known exactly what the innkeeper’s idea of ‘that sort of work’ involved, he would have been discomfited beyond belief. He wasn’t a prideful person, but being taken for the male equivalent of a street grisette… Well, there was a story to write home about.
“Do you work here?” Lucien asked curiously as they waited. He wondered idly how the pay and work was—Nell seemed healthy enough, so perhaps it was not too bad.