"Well, yes, unescorted," Jacques agreed, flustered into bad grammar. "They are... somewhat... strict when it comes to propriety, though they have good reason to it. It's a sort of reaction against the excesses and debauchery of the ancien regieme. I know of him. I did meet him once, though. I very highly respect him."
Jacques opened the door to the sitting room and peered in. "Citoyenne Dubois? Are you there?"
No answer. Jacques sighed. "It appears we are here on our own. Do you need a doctor immediately?"