"No, you certainly don't speak as we do in England," she agrees cheerfully enough, but she likes his accent. She likes all the accents she hears in Darrow, likes noticing how different they are, wondering where they all come from.

"What year was it for you?" she asks curiously. "Twas 1789 for me, so much further from this time than most people." But she's adjusted fairly well, she thinks, and she does enjoy everything Darrow offers her.