"Paris!" Jocelyn gasped, her eyes widening with excitement. "I hear that is a very, very beautiful city, sir, whyever did you leave it? London is a beautiful city in its own right, but it is no Paris, sir, no Paris at all. I've heard such wonderful things about Paris, I've always wanted to go, but my husband hasn't taken me there yet." In her enthusiasm, she gestured wildly, and seemed to have forgotten why she had been speaking to the young man in the first place. "I hear, though, that many people are leaving. There are some problems, there, I believe. My husband has mentioned something about it to friends of his, but I can't seem to understand it all." She spoke with a slight sigh, her voice almost bird-like as her words flew rapidly from her mouth. In her excitement, more of her accent was heard than she would have liked.
"But yes, sir," she added quickly, as if she had just remembered, "Your house, it is over there, you think!" She pointed grandly in that direction before starting to walk towards where he had mentioned his house being. "I'm sure, we will walk that way, and you will find something familiar along the way."