Mrs. O'Riley spoke up decidedly. "Miss cannot go into a coffee house! And myself, being Irish! With Frenchmen? No disrespect sirs, but they would cart me away for treason as sure as the sun will rise in the morning!" Mrs. O'Riley was shaking, and very out of breath. "I am afraid my chaperon is correct. It would be a bad idea, indeed, for us to accompany even gentlemen as genteel as you two are into a coffee house." Emilie said, disappointment and a little bit of envy showing on her face. Then her eyes took on a dreamy look. "But to go into Will's and perhaps see where Dryden sat, or Button's!" She shook her head and smiled "or would either of you prefer Johnathon's?" She arched an eyebrow and looked at Msr Belmont. "In any case, ladies are not allowed in but, if you wish, there is a tea garden with sandwiches just outside the garden." She smiled again, and patted Mrs. O'Riley's hand gently.