"Citoyen Belmont!" Lucrète smiled and kissed his cheeks in greeting. "And I you," she replied in French. "I cannot blame you for writing me so piteously, this country seems absolutely wretched. It has been raining non-stop since I arrived in Dover! And the looks I have received from the people I have encountered..." She smiled grimly. "We are a long way from home, you and I." She looked up at the building they were standing in front of. "Is this where I am to live? From your description, I was expecting a hovel! You know I am used to living simply, this appears to be quite sufficient."