Eulalie regarded the room dubiously. It was small. The beds were small. The room was small. She wondered how she'd fit her trunks in there. Everything was so plain, so brown. American. Quaker. And she was expected to endure all these things without her maid, and have a room mate? [i]C’est des conneries![/i] She crossed her arms defensively. She heard Ellie saying something about a library and reading everything twice, good for her. 

"C'est bien." she said, though her voice did not sound like all was fine. She started entertaining the idea of buying a house for herself to live in. She could afford it. She was quickly losing the desire for conversation. She sighed. Planning other arrangements would take time.

"If my trunks can be brought in, I can unpack." she said, resigning herself for the time being. She had no idea where the trunks would go while she unpacked, and after she did so where she would store them. There must be a cellar. With rats in it. She would have to lock them up. One could be kept at the foot of the bed, for more storage. Lockable storage. [i]Red, she is the help. Mon Dieu... I am in hell.[/i] She resolved to write to her parents and strongly protest her banishment.