Lucrète opened the door and smiled. “Citoyen Régnier!” She kissed Evonne on the cheeks and motioned for her to come inside. “Welcome to London. How long have you been here?” She paused and glanced around outside the door to make sure that no one was there, then shut it quickly. She remained with her back pressed against the door, watching Evonne hungrily. “What is the news from Paris?” She asked quickly. It was what she had been waiting for. “Has the Mountain triumphed? Are the Girondins in prison? Everything I hear is… awful. The war is going badly. The Vendée…” She added nervously, “I’ve heard rumors of a revolt in Lyon. Tell me it’s not true..” Her own hometown… After a slight pause she murmured, “Forgive me. And how are you? What brings you to London?” She was slightly embarrassed that she hadn’t asked him first, but her priorities were set.