"Ah, the Bourjots! But, here, there cannot be any one to visit." "Oh, there's the cure. Ha! ha! the first time he dined with us he drank the water in his finger-bowl! Oh, I ought not to tell you that, it's too bad of me--and he's so kind. He's always bringing me flowers." "You ride, don't you, mademoiselle? That must be a delightful recreation for you." "Yes, I love riding. It is my one pleasure. It seems to me that I could not do without that. What I like above everything is hunting. I was brought up to that in the part of the world where papa used to live. I'm desperately fond of it. I was seven hours one day in my saddle without dismounting." "Oh, I know what it is--I go hunting every year in the Perche with M. de Beaulieu's hounds. You've heard of his pack, perhaps; he had them over from England. Last year we had three splendid runs. By-the-bye, you have the Chantilly meets near here." "Yes, I go with papa, and we never miss one. When we were all together at the last meet there were quite forty horses, and you know how it excites them to be together. We started off at a gallop, and you can imagine how delightful it was. It was the day we had such a magnificent sunset in the pool. Oh, the fresh air, and the wind blowing through my hair, and the dogs and the bugles and the trees flying along before you--it makes you feel quite intoxicated! At such moments I'm so brave, oh, so brave!" "Only at such moments, mademoiselle?" "Well--yes--only on horseback. On foot, I own, I am very frightened at night; then, too, I don't like thunder at all--and--well, I'm very delighted that we shall be three persons short for dinner this evening." "But why, mademoiselle?" "We should have been thirteen! I should have done the meanest things for the sake of getting a fourteenth--as you would have seen. Ah, here comes my brother with Denoisel; they'll bring us the boat. Do look how beautiful it all is from here, just at this time!" She glanced round, as she spoke, at the Seine, the river banks on each side, and the sky. Small clouds were sporting and rolling along in the horizon. They were violet, gray, and silvery, just tipped with flashes of white, which looked like the foam of the sea touching the lower part of the sky. Above them rose the heavens infinite and blue, profound and clear, magnificent and just turning paler as they do at the hour when the stars are beginning to kindle behind the daylight. Higher up than all hung two or three clouds stretching over the landscape, heavy-looking and motionless.