LOUISE DESJARDINS<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tell me of yourself mademoiselle DesJardins. What prompted you to offer yourself here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I sat, tucking my skirt under then placing hands on lap,<strong> “Merci, monsieur. Well, um, I am a, how is the Eenglish? A <em>free agent</em>, oui? No family, able to relocate quickly, in fact if I am acceptable to you I can start at once. I have done maid work before in hotels, you should have my Cee-Vee on file I hope? If not I have another copy wiz me.”<br/><br/>“Um… I have done plenty of bar and restaurant work, I can cook and sew. I enjoy serving. I mean not at table, I enjoy serving <em>others</em> it pleases me to please others, oui? You understand?”<br/><br/>“I am tidy and patient and quiet as a mouse when silence is required.” <br/><br/>“And I have a patron of sorts, a recommendation. A gentleman acquaintance of Monsieur <em>Smeeth</em>, whom I met in Montmartre. I am… unsure if I should say his name.”</strong>I finished off rather lamely, not at all sure if Monsieur Marc had been quite as legitimate an associate as was wise to reveal to this stern looking gentleman. Out of sight of my interviewer, my fingers fiddled with my skirt.