Emilie looked at his hand for a moment, then placed hers in it. She steadied herself and walked with him to the seats. "Oui," she answered "Mon père has sent the most annoying chaperon as my geôlier today. I might have to run up Snow Hill pour la fuite." She sprinkled her speech with some of the French she knew, hoping to better communicate with this kind man. She was startled into silence when she realised most of the words she had just spoken in French indicated imprisonment and how to get out of it. She fumbled with her pocket and took out a small silver and enamel snuff case.