[For a moment, the young woman in question doesn't respond. It can't be due to having failed to hear him or even being too consumed in the work before her—which appears to be little more than sorting a great series of notes into the appropriate draws for some archaic filing system. And so for a split second, the answer must be plain. No, he clearly has the wrong—]

Oh! [In a swirl of brightly colored skirts, Wysteria twists away from her little organizational project forward the sound of, Yes actually. That is her name, isn't it?]

Yes, that's right. —Well, no it isn't at all. You mustn't take anything the Provost says too seriously. It's said like so: de Fon-sey.

[The very fantasy French surname sounds somewhat absurd in her very not fantasy French accent.]

And with whom am I speaking?