Percy was actually pretty gutted that he couldn't see or hear Chauvelin. He would've loved to have chided the man to his ghostly face, see his responses. Of course, he could picture Chauvelin's reactions to his words. It didn't take that much of a stretch of the imagination to think that the Frenchman was grumbling about things.
Yes he still had his ring, but Percy knew what he had been planning to do. Nothing was better than framing Chauveling as the Pimpernel. Of course, it probably wouldn't stop the senseless bloodshed, but it would at least stop one of the blood thirsty people from senselessly killing innocent people who had done nothing wrong except, apparently, being born in the upper class. No doubt Percy was saving quite a few lives by getting rid of Chauvelin, but there were still countless amounts of people in danger. As much as it hurt him, Percy was only one man and he couldn't exactly save the entirety of the upper class in France regardless of how much he wanted to. But he had saved many people all ready, and for that he was proud.
"Ha brilliant. Now if he would kindly be a good ghost and go back to afterlife, that would make things all the better." Percy said with a chuckle and sipped his wine.
"Yes, all right, point taken." He swirled the wine in his glass as he pondered Marguerite's words. "Selective ghosts. Strange. Things like that happen here often?" He looked at her, trying to get an understanding of the exact situation going on here.