"I don't believe so, no, though I could be mistaken. But I would be honoured to join you for supper, Citoyen." Augustin leaned forward and happily took his own cigar and smiled as he lit it as well before settling back into his chair. "If it would not be an imposition, staying here would make me feel rather safe, what being in a brand new place and all. And I do not crave great luxury. As long as I have a comfortable bed and a bit of space, I am happy."
He couldn't help a bit of a smile at the mention of Antoine and Aime's successes. "Antoine always did have a way with being in the right place at the right time, or so *I* always thought. And I have to say I'm not surprised they've gravitated to where they have, despite my words to the contrary when we were still in France. But I will let them know I am in town, and go and see them as soon as I can."
He looked up and stood as they were joined by someone else. At the address, he assumed this must be Jacques Belmont. As he was not addressed, he stood quietly beside the Ambassador's desk.