"No, it is not. My office is my place of business, a highly important room considering our relationship with England at present. I am not happy with your invasion of my space. Neither am I please with the fact you have clearly had the locks on my desk picked. Were a pair of gloves so desperately needed, Madamosielle? I did not think you were so vain." Léon pauses then and moves to his desk, picking up some of the letters, noticing that they were the personal correspondences he had with his wife. "Did they amuse you, Madamosielle?"
"My son, Madam, is a fellow official. You are here as a maid, and a servant. You are not here to be privy to private, important, and dangerous information which is kept secret to protect France. I too shall be writing letters of my own on your inappropriate behaviour."