Lucrète gave one last polite smile to Léon before leaving the room on Jacques' arm. "He does not strike me as a wicked man," she said quietly to Jacques, "But I suspect that is all the worse. There is something admirably straightforward about those who openly declare themselves to be our enemies. Our true enemies are the ones who pretend they are our friends and then conspire behind our backs..." She thought back to what Jacques had told her about Léon's activities in England. "Those who wear the tricolor, but host balls for emigrés." She shook her head as they walked out of the Embassy.