Her eyes were small and grey and not pretty, and the rims were red, as though she had been crying.
She addressed the party in something that sounded like a foreign language, and ended with something which they were sure was a question.
Of course, no one could answer it.
'What does she say ?' Robert asked, looking down into the hollow of his jacket, where the Phoenix was nestling.

But before the Phoenix could answer, the whitey-brown lady's face was lighted up by a most charming smile.
'You--you ar-r-re fr-r-rom the England!' she cried.

'I love so much the England.

Mais entrez--entrez donc tous! Enter, then--enter all.

One essuyes his feet on the carpet.' She pointed to the mat.
'We only wanted to ask--' 'I shall say you all that what you wish,' said the lady.