"None a'tall sir." Mrs O'Riley replied, stammering a bit. Emilie looked at Msr Dupont sweetly and replied "Will's and Button's are some of London's most famous coffee houses. Supposedly many English révolutionnaires spend time at Jonathon's. Vous voyez, en Angleterre, on n'autorise pas aux Dames à entrer dans les Cafés. Les hommes ici pensent cela ... malséant." She sighed. "But tea gardens, those are nécessaire for a ladies delicate sensibilities." She rolled her eyes and put her hand to her forehead, in a mock faint. "Miss Emilie... PLEASE!!" Mrs. O'Riley hissed. She didn't know what her charge was saying, but it didn't sound fitting. "Perhaps we could give these gentlemen a ride in the carriage to a spot they like and you and me could get home before supper and before my head rolls!" She was abusing the handkerchief in her hands by brutally twisting it round and round.