In the end it couldn't have been simpler. He had leaned in towards Monmouth and Mary and said, discreetly: 'This is – Eliza. ' This had elicited knowing nods and winks from the others, and a little buzz of excitement from Mary's entourage of English servants and hangers-on. These were apparently not even worth introducing – and that went double for the Negro page-boy and the shivering Javanese dwarf.