Aimé settled on the seat besides her, looking her over. What a stupid thing it had been to say about her complexion. She did look very fine, but overdressed for the English Court.
"Word from Paris? Not anything good I am afraid, Miss Angélique. More executions, more trouble. I try not to listen to it too much, it upsets me." He said faintly, the conversation with the antique-dealer still in his mind. That had been troubling. He shook his head, smiling at her. "I've been very well, in England for near five months now. How do you find it? I miss the colourfulness of the French Court."