"Then it is settled, Citoyen!" Léon smiled, "You shall stay here, and you shall dine with us. I dare say the Embassy is the safest place to be for a Frenchmen in England at the moment. After all, who can one trust? Your bags are here, I hope? I shall have them sent to a room." He said, standing up and going to his secretary's door, opening it and giving the man directions. "You will have to forgive the state of the household. We recently lost our dear Citizeness Fournier to English cooking and we have not managed to get ourselves in proper order as yet." He explained, moving back to his chair, " hopefully we shall find a fitting replacement soon."
Léon was about to make a reply to the young man's comments on his family, although that was interrupted by the arrival of his own kin. Late, as usual, but Léon hardly felt the need to chastise the man now, especially in front of Monsieur Laurent, "Jacques! Yes, yes, and they have been tallied and filed while you have been out. Come in, sit down. This is Citoyen Augustine Laurent. I told you that he would be coming to stay?" Or perhaps he hadn't, he did not remember. "Join us in a cigar, Jacques. And tell us about the play." He said, and then smirked, glancing to Augustine. "My son has been gathering information on the English. Going to plays, walking out with young ladies, drinking coffee in coffee-houses." He said, teasing his son lightly.