She smiled and turned to follow him, and as she did so saw on a side wall the portraits of two boys.
"Who are they ?" she pointed swiftly.

They were much like her own two brothers.
"Them are Mr.John and Mr.James, Madam's two sons.

They's both of them dead now," said the butler.

"At least, Mr.James is, I'm sure.

He died two years ago.