Jacques collapsed onto Lucrète's couch and groaned. "I have been... eh. I have been better. I nearly finished the first act of my newest play. My job at the Embassay is...." He shrugged. "I am a secretary. What else can be said?"
He straightened up so she could sit next to him. "My father." Jacques ran a hand through his hair. "I told you he took mistresses in Paris, right? There are rumors he has taken up with a... a rent-boy. Granted, it is not illegal in France for men to love other men, but this is excessive. There's a portrait of the boy in the Embassy itself. As to the rest, I have been looking over all of the documentation and there is no way that so many emigrees got into England legally. Someone is smuggling them in and my father has done nothing but throw a party."