"I," he responds with profound dignity, "charm, flirt, and gambol. Gamble, too, rarely. And drink." He smooths down his hair and says, "I have the good fortune and good friends that allow me to spend my time living the life of the mind - going to salons, discussing the events of the day, discussing literature and art. Traveling, at times, with a charming woman on my arm - someone who knows how to laugh, how to charm, someone with wit."

More simply: he doesn't do a damned thing, no.

"And you, dear lady? Since I have never had the pleasure of so traveling with you as my sparkling companion, what do you do here?"