Michel shook his head sadly. "Therèse, after forty years' marriage, how has it come to this?"
Theresa looked away. " I promised my family..."
"Pah! Those racists never liked me! And that other side of your family... they're hopeless, lions led by donkeys. Anyway, what do you want this time, Therèse?"
"I want everything, Michel."
"Everything?! Our land, our house??"
"The lot. My family claim we won it at Agincourt. Or Trafalgar. Or Waterloo."
"Ah, you English like your traditions."
"Another coffee, Michel?"
"But the café's about to close..."