They had now paused at a corner where they could look out over the Plein toward the Binnenhof. To Eliza this had seemed grand (at least by European standards) when d'Avaux had taken her skating there. Now that she'd grown accustomed to Versailles, it looked like a woodshed. Lit up for this evening's fête, it was as grand as it would ever be. William Penn would be there, and various members of the diplomatic corps – including d'Avaux, who had invited her to attend it on his arm. She had accepted, then changed her mind so that she could organize the present dinner. D'Avaux had not been happy about it and had asked questions that were difficult to answer. Once d'Avaux had recruited her, and sent her down to Versailles, their relationship had changed to that of lord and vassal. He had allowed her to see his hard, cruel, vengeful aspects, mostly as an implicit warning of what would come if she disappointed him. Eliza supposed it must have been d'Avaux who had supplied intelligence to Fenil concerning William's routine.