Théodore nodded. He had known, back in France, that the old man Laurent's health was beginning to fail him, but perhaps the air of England, and the safety the country offered for his family, had done him a good turn. "I am glad they are well, Antoine." He said with true feeling. He only had his sister in this wide world now, her and his books. Oddly, he felt that he knew Pericles and Plato better...
"I have coped. Father would turn in his grave if he knew there was no money left, but it was better spent then left to be stolen, don't you agree?" He said. Not that he cared either away about who stole what- the old aristos valued nothing but what would enhance their status, and these new... citizens, they called themselves, they cared only for what would burn. "What was left brought me passage for myself and my treasures, and so here I am. So what misadventure brought you to England?"