He looked at her, smiling in recognition, although he did not think it was too wise, on the steps of the Embassy, to reveal how or why he knew them, or if he did at all. "No, Mademoiselle, I thought I did but... Bellanger is not an uncommon name."
He paused then, trying not to glance back at the warrant, knowing it was a guarantee the his friends would be executed. "Did you ever manage to return the handkerchief?"