"I have papers signed by Citoyens Vadier and Lebas of the Committee of General Security... authorizing my visit under these circumstances. Were they- or I- to be discovered, I doubt even your father's influence would prevent me going immediately to the gallows." Lucrète spoke quickly, but firmly, looking down at her hands. She paused, then raised her eyes to meet his. "Normally I would not have told you, allowing you to claim ignorance. But I feel with the intimacy between us, even a legitimate claim of ignorance on your part would not be believed. You realize, of course, how compromising it would be for you, as well. While I suspect your father might be able to save you from the noose as a spy, I wouldn't entirely count on it." Especially, she thought, not after what Jacques had told her of their relationship.
"Your position- and your father's- is most convenient. It brings you into contact with the British government and, thanks to you father, the mass of aristocratic emigrés in London. Between the two I daresay we can find some useful information..." Her voice hardened and she fixed her gaze on Jacques. "And I should like to know a great deal more about your father. What you have told me is highly suspect and I'm sure the Republic would like to be kept informed about the treacherous behavior of its representatives abroad. You understand, of course?" It wasn't really a question.
"I think I should like to visit the Embassy. I confess, I am intrigued to meet your father for personal reasons as well as political. If that could be arranged...?"