At least, Flavia thinks as Watson looks from Feely to her and back again, puzzlement writ large on his face, he's an Englishman. One of her sister's foreign friends would've been harder to explain away; at least with Watson, Flavia can maintain the facade they're still in England (or wherever Ophelia's confusion might lead them) for a bit longer.

She can only hope the good doctor's quick-witted enough to follow along.

"Doctor," she says after a beat, trying to color the word with false, friendly brightness. "We weren't expecting visitors so early."

Before Ophelia can turn around and see her, she meets his eyes, mouthing It's Flavia as she gives him a constrained, furtive wave. If the whole situation hadn't been so terrifying, she might've thrilled at the clandestine nature of it all.