Her French is immaculate, high or low, her Latin quite passable, and she can even carry a conversation in English, thanks to her multitude of books. He speaks a guttural sort of re-learned aristocratic French, yes, but it is forced out of a voicebox not made for human sounds, and she works hard to hide how difficult he can be to understand.

Sometimes she hears him speaking in an altogether wilder and more lovely language, to himself or to the servants, and she wishes she could make those sounds.