Théodore set the papers back down as he heard the knock, and wiped the frown from his face. He could no doubt remember later, if not be reminded by the gentleman wanting on his doorstep. He dusted off his hands and went to the door, opening it and greeting the young man. Much younger than he expected.
"Monsieur Laurent?" He asked, although the boy's face was familiar to him, distantly, he did not believe that this was the man he had corresponded with.