Briefly, Reinette flashed an exasperated glance in the Doctor's direction. Of course, it also gave her hope that her disguise was working. But with the guard's eyes sharp upon them, she could think of no simple way to tell him of her presence.

There was another cry and Reinette forced her heart to still. Such treatment of women was not unknown to her, she she had left them behind."

"You are using too many syllables," she critized the Doctor in clean tones. "They will never understand you." Her gaze locked with the guard. "The have the French disease, sir. Syphilis. Do you want to be uglier than you already are?"