“There is a terrible knocking. ‘Open the door at once.’ Charles wakes in a damp bed. The door is banging against a box that stands in its way. The housekeeper continues to rattle the door handle as he pads across the floor and pulls aside the box. He dragged it from the end of the bed to the door last night. It was Louis’s idea, not his, to keep him safe from whoever might come in the night. Whoever or whatever might come back. Mrs Cox pushes open the door and slaps him. ‘Don’t do that again, yo...u wicked boy. Do you hear?’ She gives him a clean shirt and stockings, and a freshly pressed stock. ‘Put these on,’ she tells him. ‘But not until you’ve had your breakfast. And I need to sponge your coat and breeches.’ She catches sight of his shoes. ‘You can’t go out in those.’ He realizes that she is not, for once, angry with him. If she’s angry with anyone, it is with her masters, the Count and Monsieur Fournier, for failing to tell her that Charles would be appearing in public today.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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