"Settling? As best as can be hoped for, I suppose. The weather here is the most distasteful, it curls and rots papers and cracks wood. Nothing can be repaired or restored if the air is damp, and the air is always damp. The labourers are all brutes with no eye for detail or even the barest understanding of fragile." He paused to take a sip of his drink, realising that his 'trade' talk would be found offensive, if not simply boring, but his old friend. "But such is England." He added with a faint smile. "But I imagine it is more difficult for you? London is hardly Paris, even on the driest and sunniest of days."