<div style="text-align: justify;">The two young ladies looked at Wil and stopped speaking for a moment. They exchanged glances while he spoke, Elizabeth shooting a warning glance to her sister. It was probably a word translated in that glance: <span style="font-style: italic">Behave</span>. After this quick exchange, the two girls turned their attention to Wil. They waited as he spoke, and paid attention to his words. It was necessary for two reasons. First, Wil was a guest in the house, regardless of his position, and therefore, he deserved attention. Second, it was that understanding what Wil was saying would require a lot of attention, as his speech was unlike anything they were used to.<br/><br/>Joanna smiled at Wil, politely, and nodded. “Yes, Sir”, the girl replied. “My family has come from France a few generations ago, and we are now living here in this lovely palace”. Elizabeth smiled to her sister, nodding. “Indeed, Sir, we have come to this place by sea four generations ago”, the young woman explained softly. The meeting Wil had referred to, though, worried Elizabeth. She tried not to look too concerned, though. Concerned people looked like guilty people, and Liz didn’t want to look guilty in case this should cause trouble for her father. Of course, Elizabeth would never imagine that the target of the visit was her brother, so all her concerns rested on Sir Jonas. <br/><br/>Getting distracted from her thoughts by her sister, Elizabeth shook her head. Joanna, encouraged by Wil’s comment, had blurted out what she thought. “I like it, but I can barely understand what you say!”, the girl exclaimed, laughing. Elizabeth blushed and started apologizing profusely. “I am so sorry, Sir!”, she exclaimed, controlling herself not to pinch her sister. “Go to your room, Joanna”, she ordered, almost sternly. <br/><br/>The young lady would only speak when herself and Wil were alone in the corridor. “I apologize deeply for my sister’s words, Sir. It was not her intention to offend”.</div>