Charlotte glances to either side, somewhat incredulous. "... Us?"
a pause. "We were told to ask for Minna, miss. Is she here?"
Another pause. It occurs that maybe Marchande should have taken the lead, that she must salvage her gaff. "May we come in, s'il vous plaît?"
Yes, I’ve seen the works of a great civilization; I’ve seen your skyscrapers, your subways, and your Internet cafés, but why have I yet to meet any of your civilized persons? I only encounter specialists, artists who know nothing of science, scientists who know nothing of art, philosophers who have no interest in gods … and politicians who only know other politicians.