Sergius laughed. Pleasures of the flesh seemed to be the order of the day, the only distraction these French aristocrats had from their boring lives. "Une promenade dans les jardins? Bien, comme vous avez demandé tellement bien, mon cher. m'avez-vous dit votre nom?" A short walk then, perhaps this young lady would be useful. He was, as yet, unattached and there was nothing that the Parisians seemed to dislike more than an unattached man, it was an unattached, and perceivably wealthy man. It gave them something to gossip about. And even if she would turn out to be an unsuitable mistress (we was unwilling to settle on any woman of lesser status than say... a viscounty. A widow would have been appropriate, but he would manage. If she was completely unsuitable, then their quick stroll would be just that, with no dalliance in the rose-beds.