Griggs said: “We might go back to nineteen forty now. You were living in Paris with your sister, I think, when war broke out?”
“Yes.”
“Until the Germans came?”
“Yes. Until just before the Germans came.”
“You had lived there some years?”
“About five. After we left our schools in England. Our schooling had been paid for out of the estate. No provision had been made for a university education for us.”
“Any occupation in Paris, Mr. Malcolm?”
“None. We were rentiers—living on our incomes. The French don’t consider that a serious blot on one’s character, you know—to live on one’s income.”
“Did I understand that you and Miss Malcolm are writers?”
“At that time we put marks on paper; but we were of the vanishing school of perfectionists—we didn’t intend to publish until we felt that we we
