"I find them convenient, that's all."
It was true that he was no chauffeur. He had no taste for any kind of sport; he concerned himself only with women.
Pointing to a cab which had just passed them, she exclaimed:
"Robert, did you see?"
"No."
"Jeanne Perrin was in it with a woman."
And, as he displayed a calm indifference, she added in a reproachful tone:
"You are like Dr. Socrates. Do you think that sort of thing natural?"
The lake slept, bright and serene, within its sombre walls of pines. They took the path to their right, which skirted the bank where the white geese and swans were preening their feathers. At their approach a flotilla of ducks, like living hulls, their necks curving like prows, set sail toward them.
Félicie told them, in a regretful tone, that she had nothing to give them.