Lucrète sighed, looking extremely distressed by the news about Lyon and the lack of news about the political situation in Paris. She wondered what had become of her family, and if they had chosen the right side.
"Your cousin," she repeated slowly. "I didn't know you had a cousin in London." She paused. Anyone with relatives abroad was a cause of some suspicion. Of course, she couldn't truly suspect Régnier, she had known him for so long. Surely he didn't have any secrets from her.
"Please, sit down. I will get you something to drink." Lucrète bustled out of the room momentarily and returned with a bottle of wine. "Bordeaux." She smiled ironically. "The home of fine wine and trecherous politicians. Hopefully one need not destroy the wine of the Gironde along with the Girondins." She poured them both glasses and passed one to Evonne.