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You never told me that you had a affe-brodeur - pardon, Monsieur, half-brother - from France. Being that you are Rumanian, this must be something of a story. Is your father ill, perhaps? Do you know, I learned something of practical nursing on our mares and foals back in England. If he has trouble in delivery or in being birthed - oh, I see. Jolly silly of me.
Well, why don't I leave you to discuss family matters while I meet with Mr. Lenin. He tells me that Russia holds many opportunities for an emancipated woman such as myself. Nursing, of course, but also actual battalions of women soldiers! And you already know what a crack shot I am.
Oh, I should return these trousers to the male waiters' wardrobe before we disembark, shouldn't I? Henry tells me that he will make certain I have suitable clothing, but that does sound so depressingly ordinary, doesn't it? Perhaps I can assemble a trousseau in St. Petersburg, though I don't know where the best shops are. Maybe Henry's friend Mr. Reilly can help - he's in the civil service as well, you know, something about information retrieval. Henry always found him a bit of a rip, but I think he's jolly dashing.
Oh dear, of course dashing's nothing compared to your artistic daring, Tristan! Mr. Reilly just likes adventure, that's all.
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