"Do you always spend your time like this?" she demanded.
"I seldom spend it so agreeably."
"Well, you know what I mean—without any regular occupation."
"Ah," said Ralph, "I＇m the idlest man living."
Miss Stackpole directed her gaze to the Constable again, and Ralph bespoke her attention for a small Lancret hanging near it, which represented a gentleman in a pink doublet and hose and a ruff,leaning against the pedestal of the statue of a nymph in a garden and playing the guitar to two ladies seated on the grass. "That＇s my ideal of a regular occupation," he said.