He has never forgotten.

I saw him weeping one day--it was where she used to sing to the flax-beaters by the Beau Cheval.

I put my hand on his shoulder, and said, 'I know, I comprehend; but be a philosopher, Jean Jacques.'" "What did he say ?" asked the Judge.
"He drew himself up.

'In my mind, in my soul, I am philosopher always,' he said, 'but my eyes are the windows of my heart, m'sieu'.

They look out and see the sorrow of one I loved.