No human being could have taken Madame Gordeloup for an English-woman, though it might be difficult to judge, either from her language or her appearance, of the nationality to which she belonged.
She spoke English with great fluency, but every word uttered declared her not to be English.

And when she was most fluent she was most incorrect in her language.

She was small, eager, and quick, and appeared quite as anxious to talk as her brother had been to hold his tongue.

She lived in a small room on the first floor of a small house; and it seemed to Harry that she lived alone.

But he had not been long there before she had told him all her history, and explained to him most of her circumstances.