"Musketeers?" Startled by the revelation, Phryne needed a moment to compose her thoughts. Of course, she shouldn't have been startled. She had noticed the archaisms in Constance's French and her dress style was quite old-fashioned, but then so was Dot's. Still, the idea of time travel hadn't truly penetrated her thinking yet, in spite of Jack being from after and Dot from before and this hotel from well after all of them.

"It seems we served in different wars. You in the Thirty Years' War if I'm not mistaken, and me... well, it will be news to you, but the first World War, nearly three centuries later."