Léon smiled, moving back to his own chair, smoothing out the tails of his jacket as he sat. "Entirely judged? Perish the idea, Citoyen." He said, "If were were all judged only on our kin, I would be horrified to know what those who only knew my son would think of me." He explained, leaning back in his chair. "I would not judge you against the rest of your family. However, I would perhaps beg your help in a matter regarding them. Not yet, of course, but once you have settled into England. An uneasy task at the best of times." He added with another smile- England could be cruel to the French, especially a loyal Frenchman. It could be more cruel, however, to those who attempted to affect English ways.
"I see. The Commitee, like God, work in mysterious ways, or so I have been told." Careful, careful. They may have sent another spy to replace the Fournier woman. "I am sure we shall find use for a well-mannered young man such as yourself, Citoyen. You should settle in, perhaps visit your father. I am told his health is failing him." He paused, unlocking a draw and reaching into it, pulling out a book. "I have their address, should you want it. Oxsridge House, in Barkley Square. A fashionable neighbourhood."