He'd had a plan, it was insane and ridiculous, and the perfect cure for a boring season. He'd had troubles with Malachi so he had been nervous running into the man, but he had definitely slipped in when he was certain he was busy. 

So, he decided to go after bigger, dumber fish. That's what brought him to the Carrington estate. He knew there were several children and the family had a scandal they wanted forgotten. He just bad to wait for the right moment. He had on some clothes he'd received from the church out of pity,  no shoes,  his hair was tussled just so. The stage was set.

It was when one of the sons was getting ready to leave, that he'd made himself known at the gate. He walked uneasy and holding his head as he held out his hand. "Monsieur!" He called out, recalling a word or two from his lesson with Chéri.  "Pardon..ah..wait. English! Please, you must help me. I'm a prince. I know i.I.. " He looked down and gestured to his clothes. "Don't look it, but I can explain everything!" 

He wouldn't be surprised if the guy just had his driver barrel past him, maybe even aim for him.  But there were other sons and other households he could try before he'd call it a failure.