"Of course." Léon said, agreeing in a tired voice, as if he could no longer bring himself to show too much enthusiasm about the Commitee or the People or any of the rest of it. He rather liked his comfortable London lifestyle. "The Commitee have France's best interests at heart."
He paused a long moment at the mention of the Lord Laurent, taking the time to tap the ash from his cigarette into the silver dish. "I am sorry about your father's passing. But I am afraid I was aware of it before. Your younger brother came to see me, to ask if he could use the church for your father's resting place. I agreed, of course. We must all appear to the English to be friendly, but your younger brother has been... difficult." He said with care.