Chapter 297

• Proserpina
• It was only around seven in the evening.
• Lucien had called to say that he might be late. But he would bring Schwartz along for dinner, he had added. That was hardly a surprise. James Schwartz practically lived in our house, not that I minded. We had a room for him on the first floor that was always aired and ready for him to stay. Claude adored him and listened to him, sitting for hours, perched on his knee while Schwartz made goofy faces and entertained the kids.