"There is much that is not readily apparent," Hans assured him. "And... it was not like that."
He closed his eyes a moment, sipping from the wine glass. It wouldn't hurt to tell Benoit the story.
"First, after the Great War- the crust was not so 'upper'. Yes, we children had private tutors - but at times, we did not even have proper coats. You understand? They sold furnishings, heirlooms - my father, a too proud man. He lost his leg in the war and with it a lot of his good-nature...."