“Then we should likely tell them quickly,” Sybil says, resigned but happy. Rene is what he is, and as often as she sighs at him, she does hold him in esteem. He is a good person at the heart of it, and one of Henri’s friends, which makes him all the more special.

Bowing her head at the brush of his lips against her hand, she glances up to see Henri’s eyes. “And be thankful there are no telephones that work up here.”