[Val has seen a great many expressions upon the face of Wysteria--indignant, angry, annoyed, suspicious, cool, collected, pleased, cross, sharp, interested, curious, tired, occasionally even <>happy. This expression upon her face is new. It puts him on a wrong foot.

He narrows his eyes and, as he falls into step, puts the pamphlet into Bastien's waiting hand.]

Tout à fait. I did not think Madame capable of embarrassment. She is as armored as any Templar--better, in fact, as it is armor of a more natural sort, as a lizard wears. Ma biquette, [louder, so Wysteria might hear him, even though she is slumping along several paces ahead,] who is it that we visit? Are we visiting? I have only just come upon this little parade, I do not know our purpose.