It was the maid who opened the door and escorted him through to the drawing room where Aimé sat, book in hand although it was rather obvious he was hardly paying attention to it.
He got to his feet as Tolly entered, leaving the book on a side table. "Good Afternoon, monsieur Heyward." He said, offering his hand to shake. "I must say your references where quite perfect. Would you like to sit down?" He indicated to the chair across from him, sitting back down himself. "I thought you might like to discuss what your duties here would be, and of course pay and board and such things."
He glanced down at the references quickly to remind himself. "Monsieur Harrington paid you a shilling a week I see. Would a shilling and five pence be enough? I see he had no need for your skills in French and I have."