"She looked at her watch. It was almost midnight. It had been a long, tiring day. Paris, and the rain, and Madame Sofie's salon belonged to another world, another time. It was hard to realize she had come so far so fast. Madame Sofie's might never have existed. Then she remembered the men who had tried to kidnap her in Paris, and a little shiver of fear touched her. She was afraid because she did not understand. The men were not of the National Liberation Front. She was sure of that. She went into Durell's room and stood looking at his bed, as he had looked at many beds before."

1958.