Mr. Darcy may have been wholly insensible of the nuance of fashion, but the following morning, the many admiring glances the party received as he escorted Elizabeth and Georgiana along Le Grand Boulevard increased his natural pride; if he stood a little straighter, and took their arms a little more closely than usual, it may be safely imputed to the effects of the city’s charms. This way was the favoured promenade of the affluent and opulent, and the only place in which to declare oneself as being arrivée. Unaware of the considerable interest in their appearance, the Darcys continued down the boulevard in a most elegant, blasé manner: the fine, tall figure of Mr. Darcy—unmistakably the happiest result of family and wealth, that most potent and irresistible combination—and a fashionable lady on each arm, the trio moved on to luncheon at Tortoni’s, newly resplendent in white and gold panelling. Here the difference between the fashionable sets in Paris became apparent, as half the men were occupied throughout the morning with business and shares, leaving the landed gentry to gather on the floor below to talk of hunting, horses, and sporting carts. A morning of observation of Paris society passes quickly, and in the afternoon Elizabeth and Darcy proposed to journey after dinner via Le Quai Voltaire to see the new steam-boat embarking upon its journey between Paris and Rouen, requiring a short boat trip out to the point where the steam-boat was anchored. As Georgiana’s intentions had been to avoid boats entirely, owing to her dreadful experience of the channel crossing, she excused herself with fatigue and left them. Mr. Darcy delighted in the new, and had a keen interest in apparatus of any sort. He and his wife walked to Le Jardin Montagnes Russes at the end of Le Boulevard de Roule, where the ton of Paris shewed off their finery in a conspicuous promenade to the amusement of Elizabeth, whose practical English preference was for the warmth of the covered areas of the garden. This simple expedient marked them as visitors, as surely as did their speech. The transparent texture of many of the ladies’ dresses, apparently designed so as to leave naught to the imagination of the beholder, gave Elizabeth some moments of confusion. Mr. Darcy was excessively diverted by the scanty garments, causing him to remark on the conundrum of such expensive, yet minimal, apparel.