Jacques grimaced. "I have no idea, Lucrète. I should not have...." He sighed, irritated. "He is just the same as he always was. But there are rumors that he has...." Jacques glanced at Lucrète and then at the coachman in front of him. "Well. I'll tell you later. Suffice to say, England influnced him more than I expected. Ah, here we are."
He pulled a key out of his waistcoat pocket and pressed it in Lucrète's hand. "There you are."