Chéri nodded. They knew what “away” meant and the tone Francis had told them the rest. They also knew what “understand” meat. A long sigh and Chéri turned to the door. Were the damn priests coming back, befor the could make a nuisace of themselves? That would have been a lot of talking for them in any langage. “Friends,” Chéri repeated, half a smile “Francis like friends?” some people preferred to be left alone.