A guest. Chéri nodded. Whatever that had meant, they knew not to ask any further. They pressed their lips together and obediently followed into the living room, but not before giving a nod to Pippa. They were grateful she had made at least this part of their day easy. It was a most rare thing these days. They reached the drawing room and tentatively looked for a place where to sit, before speaking again “You were saying you believe you might have a job for me?” Chéri found the evening distressing enough as it was, so he was going to keep it simple and direct.