Ah, it seemed her French was as poor as his English, from the embarrassed look on her face. But at least they would be more sympathetic to each others difficulties. But then she spoke, and it was not half as mangled has he had experienced earlier that day. "I am glad, Mademoiselle. Let me help you to a chair?" He asked, offering her his hand to led her to the seats arranged before the orchestra. "Are you hiding from someone, Mademoiselle?"