Paddy's accent made her smile. Maybe he really could keep up with them. "Definitely do keep with the English. Much less remarkable, cousin."
At Delia's question she grinned. "Oui." She slipped into French with an ease that came from having so recently spoken with Yves and her letters to Evonne. "Easy enough. I hope you know what you're doing trusting him," she sighed with a shrug copied from the French ladies who had socialized with her former employers. "Ah, and I have not told you anything about the boy I met the other night, speaking of boys found on the streets... But that will have to wait."
She glanced down the street and pointed out the theater. "There we go. 'Round the back and a bit of opening ceremony and we'll be in."