“Excuse me, I … I … I mean, my pen—”
“Go right ahead.”
“Ah, there it is … I’ve got it … you … excuse me, but isn’t your name Cécile Duffaut?”
“Mergey.”
“Sorry?”
“Mergey. That’s my married name. Cécile Mergey.”
“Ah, yes, of course, I see. Sorry. I am—”
“I know who you are.”
“Ah. Good. That’s good, yes, good.”
“Is it?”