Pierre said, "Bon. Very pretty. And we forgive you for causing us unquiet moments imagining you to have been attacked by the sinister Madame X."
"Oh," we said, deflated and anxious again. "Is there a sinister Madame X?"
"Bien sûr," said Pierre. "Have some coffee and I will tell you."
If we drink much more coffee, I thought, we'll be a-wash; but that good French coffee was comforting too, I thought, when there was bad news, liable to send cold shivers down your spine, to be told.
From ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, Chapter 5, Where is Madame Bertholet?