Mercedes managed a small smile, although he hardly felt like smiling at the Ambassador's son. He couldn't help but wonder if the son would be as eager to see Mercedes guillotined as his father was.
"I am afraid I am rarely in England. I am here only while my ship undergoes a much needed refit, and then I sail back to France and then to India." He smiles apologetically at the pair, "I am only here, I am afraid, to see the sights for the next week."
"Perhaps, Monsieur Belmont, we should move our conversation to the warmth? Dusk is falling and there is no need to allow the ladies to grow cold. Will you lead the way, Mademoiselles?"