Emilie put her small hand on Msr Belmont's arm, just where his cuffs met his wrist, fingers pressing gently on flesh, then looked over at Msr DuPont and said "There is a lovely spot just outside the Gates that serves the most wonderful poulet on their sandwiches, if your tastes run that way." She beamed up at Msr Belmont, with genuine interest. "Do tell us of your new position, Msr Belmont. I feel Embassy work to be such an important thing, now more than ever...." Mrs. O'Riley studied the young man. 'Oh, la,' she thought, 'This handsome Frenchman could be a huge basket of trouble' and Miss Emilie loved trouble of the less harmful sort.