Jacques shook his head. "No, Etienne was with us in the Champs de Mars. He spotted us from out his window this morning and made us wait while he dressed and scrambled down the stairs...." He trailed off. "Well. Perhaps we had best... sit here and wait it out."
Jacques did raise his eyebrows at the word' abesnt', but felt a half-hidden spurt of sympathy. "I understand.My own father was often absent."