“You certainly behave well. But that is no surprise. How long have you loved her?”

“Since the first day I met her. It was a coup de foudre. But since then I have come to know her and to love her for all her qualities of character and mind. Otherwise I should not be here to ask for her hand.”

Jules considered.

“Fox, we like you, and it is my opinion that you would make a very good husband. I do not know what Marie’s feelings might be about your proposal, and that will be for her to decide.”

“I have not the least wish to marry a woman who doesn’t want to marry me.”

“Of course. But I must tell you that there is the problem of religion.”

“It is a problem for me as well. I have had a long discussion with my father, whose wish is that I should marry a Protestant.”

“Ah. That’s the thing.”

“However, my father is a realist, and because he understands the strength of my desire, he has made a concession which may shock you, but which is the only way that I can hope to marry, without causing deep distress to my own family.”

“I’m listening.”

“I should myself remain a Protestant, while my wife remains a Catholic.”

“That might be acceptable. But what of the children? That’s the question.”

“In France, society is mainly Catholic. In England, naturally, people normally belong to the Church of England, and if the truth is told, there is still in many quarters a certain suspicion of Catholics. Therefore my father proposes that if we live in France—as we surely would for the time being—the children should be Catholic. However, if in later years the family business should require my presence in London, then the whole family would worship at a Church of England church. The nearest church to our London house, as it happens, is so High Church, as we Anglicans put it, that visiting Catholics often mistake it for one of their own.”

“There is a degree of subterfuge, even dishonesty in this.”

“Precisely.”

“I wonder what Marie would think of it. She would have to be told.”

“Yes.”

“My wife would not like it.”

“That would be up to you to tell her.” Fox paused. “It wouldn’t be obvious.”

“No. In France there would be no problem at all. Not, of course, that I have ever had secrets from my wife.”

“Indeed.”

“Come back in a week. Let me speak to Marie, and my wife … Then I shall give you my answer.”

“That is all I ask.”

Jules Blanchard smiled.

“Whatever my answer turns out to be, my dear Fox, I am honored by your proposal.”

Two days later, Jules told Marie the entire conversation.

“Fox is a very nice man,” he said to her, “and it seems he is truly in love with you. So I want to be careful that we respond clearly.”