If she is surprised, which she is, mildly, it is only because it is as if she has summoned him with her thoughts. For the rest, well. On the subject of sensibility, Alexandrie is not most ladies. Her shriek has little to do with who it is, or where he has been, or what he was doing (or how long he has been there doing it, if that were something she had been privy to,) so much as she knows that pond to be preternaturally cold even early in the season, and would also lay a guess that he had not brought overmany changes of clothing with him—if indeed Byerly had overmany changes of clothing—and the party is, of course, this evening.

"Sortez de là, Byerly!" She demands loudly as she hops down from the swing, her lips pressing together against the laughter that would only encourage him. "Pensez-tu que tu êtes une carpe?"

Already, she is wondering if Mathilde might re-fit a pair of Matthias's trousers for him.