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Chapters (34)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Family Tree
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Epilogue
  31. Acknowledgments
  32. About the Author
  33. Other Books by This Author
  34. Copyright

“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.”

“I should not be unhappy. I am sure of that, at least,” Marie said. And that is far better, she thought, than what I have now. “But I only considered him as a friend before.”

“Friendship may be the best way to start,” her father suggested.

“Yes. Can you give him permission to court me?” she asked, quite cheerfully. “Aunt Éloïse can always be my chaperone. Then I can see how he does.”

Chapter Fourteen

•  1903  •

It was some years since Adeline had suggested to Ney, soon after Édith’s mother had died, that Édith and her husband, Thomas Gascon, should move into the big house with their children.

“The arthritis in my hand is slowing me down a little, monsieur,” Adeline had explained, “so I really need more help from Édith. If she could be on call at all times, it would be much better.”

“And where would they live?”

“There are three or four unused rooms on the attic floor. Thomas is good with his hands. He would renovate them at no charge to you.”

The arrangement worked well for everyone. Édith continued to work for the same wages, but lived rent-free. Thomas had his own work, but gladly undertook small tasks as a handyman when needed. “If they do not disturb the residents, the children will bring a family spirit into the house,” Monsieur Ney had declared.