Thérèse simply kept her silence for a moment, still unsure as to whether she wanted to leave or not. That comment, directed at her or not, had been taken badly, and she was hurting now. Perhaps retiring to her room would be better for all, so she could cry.
But he'd asked another question, so she shifted in her chair, now simply picking at her food. She was no longer hungry. "We were betrayed by a close friend. Apparently our good friend Cerdan turned out to be Robespierre's good friend Cerdan." She sniffed, taking another long drink.