An English audience would have thought him insincere, and they would have been wrong.
"The letter is dated from a place called Farlingford, in England.

I have never heard of it.

It is nowhere near to Twickenham or Claremont, nor is it in Buckinghamshire.

The rest of England--no one knows." Albert paused and held up one hand for silence.
"At last," he read--"at last, my friends, after a lifetime of fruitless search, it seems that I have found--through the good offices of Dormer Colville--not the man we have sought, but his son.

We have long suspected that Louis XVII.