"Half the rooms on the third floor? I will be extremely comfortable, thank you..." She turned to the coachman and said in hesitant English, "Third floor, please."
"What did you expect?" Lucrète asked him, lowering her voice slightly. She was certain the coachman did not speak French, but she could not shake the feeling of being on enemy territory. "We all thought so highly of England before its true nature as a oppressive tyranny became obvious... And your father..." She took his arm as she walked beside him up the stairs. "I confess that I am eager to meet this man about whom I have heard so much, though my expectations are set accordingly."