After lunch, they went upstairs to visit Alec. He lay on his deck chair, tucked into blankets, as pale as clouds. James suddenly wailed out, believing he was singing, “We'll ring all the bells and kill all the Protestants.” Silence, then James said, “Are there any left? Any Protestants?”

“I am left, for one,” said his father.

“It's a good thing we came down here, then,” said the child calmly. “They couldn't get at you.”

Mademoiselle said, looking terrified, “It refers to old events in France.”