Emilie looked up at the sound of the newcomer's voice. Another Frenchman? Perhaps the champagne was making all men sound French today? But no, he was lost and most decidedly French... and most decidedly handsome. "Bonsoir!" she said politely "You are in Vauxhall Gardens at dusk, just in time for the lighting of the glass laterns!" Mrs. O'Riley came up and stood by her charge disapprovingly, but didn't speak as she was unsure the station of the gentlemen her lady was in the company of. They looked genteel enough, to be sure, but one never knew who might be in the Gardens at night.