When she and the other woman were finished laughing at the look on Daniel's face, she leaned forward and got her fingers all entangled with his. She was shockingly and alarmingly alive :somewhat more alive, in fact, than he was. She looked him in the eyes and spoke in her French accent: 'Twooly, Daniel, eet eez ze hrole of a lifetime – portraying ze mistress of a gentlemen who eez too pure – too spiritual – to sink zee thoughts of zee flesh.' Then a middling London accent. 'But really I prefer the challenging parts. The ability to do them's what separates me from Nell Gwyn.'