I wouldn't call those men idle either — the ones who have servants carry them around in chairs and litters. They wait for their scheduled exercise time as if they're not allowed to skip it. Someone else has to remind them when to bathe, when to swim, when to eat. They become so weak and pampered that they can't even tell if they're hungry without help.
Nor should I count those men idle who have themselves carried hither and thither in sedans and litters, and who look forward to their regular hour for taking this exercise as though they were not allowed to omit it: men who are reminded by some one else when to bathe, when to swim, when to dine: they actually reach such a pitch of languid effeminacy as not to be able to find out for themselves whether they are hungry.