[Here's one more outright stare, although it's not at all disapproving. Louis does look like he might topple off his horse at any second, and he is breathing very unattractively through his mouth, but his half-lidded eyes are unusually bright and a little glassy. She is so graceful; even without her voluminous skirts she appears to float when she walks. And, just as it had at the opera, the world has bent and parted at her very whim. And she does not seem to have any idea that it has done so at all. She is so kind, even reality hopes to please her.]

Not at all, Madame.

[He nods at the unmounted horse beside him.]

Will you join us?