“Usually in the morning.”
“And we are now in the evening. That is not complimentary to me.”
“But you, Madame, had no desire to inspire me, I think.”
“Why not, then? I should be happy and proud to do so. Do you know what I should like to put there?” and she stopped suddenly before a rustic bridge, which spanned a murmuring rivulet.
“I do not know!”
“You can not even guess? I should like to put an artificial rock there.”
“Why not a natural one? In your place I should put a natural one!”
“That is an idea,” said the Marquise, and walking on she crossed the bridge.
“But it really thunders. I like to hear thunder in the country. Do you?”
“I prefer to hear it thunder at Paris.”