Marguerite was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't heard much initially and so she was placing a lot of hope in the idea that this man knew far more than what it seemed. Luckily enough he did. His French was excellent and now she placed it! There was something distinctly French about his look. Most of the English men she had met were stocky, had horse faces and weren't at all handsome for a few. This Edouard had much finer cheek bones, a wide smile.
She sat, crossed a leg over the other and didn't dare hide her budding smile. That compliment had her cheeks dusted a faint rose color.
"Je suis Marguerite Delacour, je viens d'Orléans, que j'ai visité de nombreuses fois Marseille. Votre français est superbe, elle tombe avec tant de douceur de votre langue!"
[OOC: "I am Marguerite Delacour, I come from Orleans, though I have visited Marseilles many times. Your French is superb, it falls so sweetly from your tongue!" though I use google translate so who knows how well it is working, haha]