not entirely unfounded.

Their brother Philippe paced around the room. The young man had just turned twenty-five and had recently become an honorable member of the National Convention.

There wasn''t much to describe about him. Philippe didn''t stand out much, all we can say is that his appearance was as upright as his character.

Aunt Adele walked in, carrying a few ingredients she had purchased, complaining about how the revolution had caused the price of bread to soar.

"I don''t see how the revolution has benefited us common folk," the old lady grumbled, "it''s just chaos, chaos! These days they''re even trying the king, I hear they''re going to execute him. What a travesty!"

"Aunt, you shouldn''t speak that way! Now is the age of the republic. Be careful!" Edith immediately retorted.

"Yes, Mama, Brother is now a member of the National Convention; you should be proud of him," Margot added softly.

"Go on, Eddie," Philippe gestured to his sister. "How extraordinary a speech!"

"Yes, this Citizen Quenet is truly admirable! I adore every article and speech of his," Edith excitedly closed and reopened the newspaper.

"There will be an intriguing meeting tomorrow," Philippe said to those in the room. "I believe Citizen Quenet is giving a brilliant speech. You all should come to have a listen."

"Really? I''m going!" Edith was the first to respond.

This Quenet was a rising star in the National Convention since last month, also just turned twenty-five, the minimum age for holding a seat in the ass