"Right," Jacques agreed. "The party was full of emigrees. I was shocked." He rumpled his hair again. "I do not mind the work or the position as much as it means I must obey my father in every particular. I have to see him every day and I have to write politely to the ci-devants and the other traitors to the Republic when I would like nothing better than to take them to task for their betrayals of France."
He waved a hand airly. "Well. Anything for France. I am writing a new play- you can thank my father for that one. Socrates corrupting the youth of Athens."