Michel couldn't get a word in edgewise with Agnès to tell her that he need to change so he could be home before curfew. Her attention broke when she saw someone come around the corner.
"HIM!" She said, loudly, pointing viciously with her handbag, and as Michel followed the line, he saw Varner and his sister with surprised looks on their faces. "Michel, mon cherie, this man would not stop talking during the play! I could hard-" Michel put a finger on her lips to stop her.
"Agnès, how many times do I have to explain this to you? Unless you are willing to buy the whole square of seats around you, you will simply have to deal with the occasional whisper. It is a fact of the theater - it evokes a reaction that cannot always be kept completely silent. I highly doubt that Herr Varner caused to miss any of the play, especially considering this is the third time you've seen it." He raised an eyebrow at her and crossed his arms. She sputtered for a moment before managing to get out some line about curfew, and stalked past the two Germans. Michel shook his head.
"I apologize, Herr Varner, Agnès is one of my more loyal patrons, but she can be difficult."