Aimé had bid the messenger wait, laving him in the parlour with a penny for his trouble as he read over the references. They were quite spotless and although he could not place the names of the old employers that was not unusual. He had only been in England for three months, hardly enough time to learn the names of everyone he should know.
It was the most promising reply he had received. The others had been fine enough, but this one seemed simply too good to be true. It perhaps said a lot of Aimé that he did not consider that suspicious.
“Boy!” He called, heading out into the parlour, a hastily written letter in his hand. “Could you deliver this to the man who sent these references with you? There would be another penny in it.” He saw the boy off at the door of the townhouse, confident that if the interview went as well as the references had promised he would soon have his own manservant.
That’s fine! I’m so sorry to hear you where sick! *gives soup* I have to run now though, I’m afraid, but should hopefully be back within the hour!