Evonne was stiff as Lucrète touched her. She still wasn't quite sure how to react. How did men typically react around women like Lucrète? She didn't want to be rude, so she offered a gracious smile. She then coughed, consciously lowering her voice before she spoke.
"I'm afraid I don't know much, madame. I hear little news, only bits and pieces that I pick up on the street." Evonne clutched her tri-cornered hat tightly in her hands. "I heard the same rumors of a revolt in Lyon, and I'm afraid I don't know any details. It's getting violent, that's really all I know. They've started beheading people...every day there are more rumors about people who have been imprisoned or killed. It's getting difficult to tell the difference between fact and fiction."
Evonne paused and looked up at Lucrète, suddenly conscious of how little she really knew. Lucrète probably knew a lot more than she did. Evonne's brother told her almost nothing. She knew he did not want to upset her, and for that she was grateful, but sometimes it was frustrating.
"I'm in London to visit my youngest...cousin." Evonne wasn't sure who Lucien knew or didn't know. Obviously if he had talked about his family, he would not have mentioned a brother named Yves.