I will go again to his shop; I will learn from him how to make shoes, and how to live without desire.

After which, I shall not be sad again.

For desire and idleness alone make us sad." The Countess Martin smiled.
"Monsieur Choulette, I desire nothing, and, nevertheless, I am not joyful.

Must I make shoes, too ?" Choulette replied, gravely: "It is not yet time for that." When they reached the gardens of the Oricellari, Madame Marmet sank on a bench.

She had examined at Santa Maria-Novella the frescoes of Ghirlandajo, the stalls of the choir, the Virgin of Cimabue, the paintings in the cloister.