"Oh, indeed." Feuilly, leader-into-foul-depravities, that's just how it's been. "Terrible people, the French."
He'd had the sense to leave his book behind--tucked under a fold of a blanket, where presumably no one will dig it up; and Emilia seems to have settled into her role as extravagant foreign pet. Or else she's just not talking to him now.
Feuilly slows to look at the tapestries. "If I had brought some paper--" When they get back he'll try to draw them, get down his impressions. Jean Prouvaire--Jehan Prouvaire--would be in agonies of delight. "Is this--what room is this?"
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Date: 2015-07-20 09:03 pm (UTC)He'd had the sense to leave his book behind--tucked under a fold of a blanket, where presumably no one will dig it up; and Emilia seems to have settled into her role as extravagant foreign pet. Or else she's just not talking to him now.
Feuilly slows to look at the tapestries. "If I had brought some paper--" When they get back he'll try to draw them, get down his impressions. Jean Prouvaire--Jehan Prouvaire--would be in agonies of delight. "Is this--what room is this?"