"Another ride postponed!" muttered M. de Luceval, stamping his foot impatiently. "But madame is dressed now, of course?" he said aloud. "Oh, no, monsieur; madame is still in her dressing-gown. Madame told me she had no intention of going out to-day." "Where is she?" demanded M. de Luceval, with another impatient stamp of the foot; "where is she?" "In her boudoir, monsieur." A few seconds afterwards M. de Luceval burst noisily into the room where his pretty wife lay stretched out in her armchair, too comfortable to even turn her head to see who the intruder was. "Really, Florence, this is intolerable!" exclaimed M. de Luceval. "What, my dear?" the lady asked, languidly, without moving, and with her eyes still fixed on the garden. "You ask me that, when you know that we were to go out together at two o'clock!" "It is entirely too hot." "But the carriage is ready." "They can take the horses out, then, I wouldn't move for a kingdom." "But you will have to. You know perfectly well that it is absolutely necessary we should go out together to-day, particularly as you did not go out earlier, as you ought to have done." "I really hadn't the courage to get up." "You will at least have to summon up courage to dress yourself, and at once." "Don't insist, my dear. It is not of the slightest use." "You must be jesting." "Nothing of the sort." "But the purchases we have to make cannot be put off any longer. My niece's _corbeille_ must be completed. It would have been a week ago, but for your indolence." "You have excellent taste, my dear, attend to the _corbeille_ yourself. The mere thought of rushing about from shop to shop, and going up and down stairs, and standing on one's feet for hours at a time, is really too appalling." "Nonsense, madame! Such indolence in a girl of seventeen is monstrous, disgraceful! It positively amounts to a disease with you. I shall consult Doctor Gasterini about it to-morrow." "An excellent idea!" said Florence, really arousing herself enough to laugh this time. "The dear doctor is so witty it is sure to be a very amusing consultation." "I am in earnest, madame. Something must be done to cure you of this apathy." "I sincerely hope it will prove incurable. You have no idea how much I was enjoying myself before you came in, lying here with half closed eyes, listening to the fountain, and not even taking the trouble to think." "You dare to admit that?" "And why not, pray?" "I don't believe there is another person in the world who can compare with you so far as indolence is concerned." "You forget your cousin Michel, who, judging from what you say, certainly rivals me in this respect. Possibly it is on this account that he has never taken the trouble to come and see you since your marriage." "You two are certainly very much alike. I really believe you are more indolent than he is, though. But come, Florence, don't let us have any more nonsense. Dress at once, and let us be off, I beg of you."