Whibty is not Paris, but certain things are the same. A woman in bright red who openly shows affection to a man in the middle of the day, in a public place, could be only oen thing. Chéri smiled and walked towards the girl.
Calm and considerate, he approached the apparent servant and, first in French, he politely asked if he could speak to the lady of the house. Maybe “Madame” would have enough for the girl to guess, even if she spoke no French.