"My name is Léon Belmont, the ambassador. It was my son who you spoke with earlier. You will forgive me, of course, but I could not hope but over hear some of your conversation. You are here to look for your brother?" He asks, taking a draw of the cigarette and looking over the young man again.
"England is not a very safe place for loyal Frenchmen at present, as I am sure you will discover for yourself if you have not yet. Your brother, if he is still in England and has not moved on, may not be easy to find at all, and I doubt it is under his real name that you would find him." Which was true, at least in Léon's opinion. The English did not like Revolutionaries, and least of all they liked the French. A man, possibly trying to spread Revolutionary feelings would not last long, not long at all. And there were already more Frenchmen in England than the Committee of Public Safety knew about, far too many for them to keep an eye on through their understaffed Embassy.