"Well, my friend, this rupture is for your good."
"Perhaps so, sire; but I shall probably be horribly ennuyé for a week, having nothing to do. It may perhaps amuse me, however, as it is something new, and I think it distingué."
"Certainly it is, I have made it so," said the king. "However, I will occupy you with something."
"Something lazy, I hope?"
A second noise came from the chair; one might have thought the dog was laughing at the words of Joyeuse.
"What am I to do, sire?" continued Joyeuse.
"Get on your boots."
"Oh! that is against all my ideas."
"Get on horseback."
"On horseback! impossible."