The Tuileries Palace's right wing had a room specifically for housing the throne, since this had once been the king's residence.
Now that room was locked up like a taboo. Besides it, there were the first and second drawing rooms, as superfluous as Dudley's spare bedroom.
She chose one of them, intending to claim it for herself in the future—provided she truly had the ability to do so.
There would be no desk in a drawing room. The tea table was a little too low, but it would do. Paper and pens were readily available as well.
Sophie had already prepared black tea for her. The other girl, Matilda, had gone to ask the palace steward where her bedroom should be arranged.
She would not stay in the First Consul's room while he was away, nor could she stay in Josephine's bedroom, so where she was to live became a problem again.
She did not mind sleeping in the study at all. The problem was that the Tuileries Palace had no study. There was one in the display room instead, where it stood alongside the trophy room, exhibiting glories of the past.
"Tell me what you know," Carnot asked grandly from the sofa.
She told him what Leoncourt had seen during his inspection, then brought up a solution to the shortage of rural labor. After all, the constitution had never written monogamy into it.
Without laborers, large farms would collapse and be swallowed up by small landowners crazed with desire for land. Clearly, having too many small landowners was actually detrimental to agricultural development.
Agricultural loans, like the money she had lent the bakery, were merely emergency measures. As for whether the guilds would ultimately be abolished, that was not something she could decide alone.
The Civil Code would not