"My dearest Marguerite, don't you know that you are first in my heart? When I think of France I think of you, and where your heart lies mine is sure to follow." At mention of her hair he turned his hair to find the symbols of his country, and with a smile he untangled himself from their grasp and reached out to touch them. "How extraordinary."

It was rather a touching gesture. Percy was moved to see that his wife thought highly enough of England to wear a symbol in her hair, especially when she was adrift amongst the French. "Dreadfully fashionable," he concluded with a grand smile.