" She speaks French,” Graeme muttered.
Traigh turned quite serious and nodded his head. “Aye, she be speakin’ French. Mayhap she learned it from listenin’ to ye and yer French friend speakin’ it these past days.” Though his tone sounded serious, there was a decidedly sarcastic undertone to it.
“Ye knew,” Graeme said as he glared angrily at his brother.
Traigh feigned innocence. “Moi?”
Graeme’s glare intensified. “Why did ye no’ tell me? Why did she no’ tell me?”
Traigh smiled thoughtfully and placed a hand on Graeme’s shoulder . “Ye did no’ ask. "

― Suzan Tisdale , Isle of the Blessed