Jacues had gotten into the habit of walking around the parks of London. Like any Jacobin, he was a devoted follower of Rousseau and strongly believed in the superiority of nature towards society. Well, the society of the ancien regime. Jacques couldn't think of anything negative about the new, republican society in France.
He was extremely startled when he came across a crying woman sitting on his usual bench. Feeling rather uncomfortable, Jacques dug around in his pockets for his handkerchief and cleared his throat. "Are you, ah... are you alright, mademoiselle?"