I regained my room and went to bed tired out, but I slept soundly. I woke about seven o'clock perfectly refreshed. I conned over carefully in my mind all I had seen and heard the day before; my imagination became inflamed, my bosom panted, an active fire coursed through my veins. Mechanically, I took up a position on my back, as I had seen my aunt do; then I drew up my chemise, as Monsieur B. had done to her.

I alternatively touched each breast, and the nipples swelled up, then feeling my body I reached the delicate spot, and rummaged there with great curiosity. It seemed to me that a slight change had taken place. The lips of the little nook were plumper; I sought the place that in my aunt's case had greedily swallowed up the monstrous machine, but I only found a little hole that my finger could not penetrate without pain. I pushed up my finger a little, when an indescribable sensation invaded my entire being. I rubbed softly first, then quicker, afterwards slower, and again with more activity as I repeated my aunt's words — "I spend… Ah! I'm coming… I come…

Ah!"

At length a nervous spasm overtook me. I felt transported with immense pleasure that I could fully appreciate, as I did not faint away this time. When I had gathered my scattered senses, I drew away my wet hand, and rising dressed myself and went downstairs, fresh and happy at having enjoyed such a sweet morning's diversion.

I shall not speak of the events of the day, which was an uninteresting one, as I am in haste to come to the scene of the evening. I took the same precautions, and had safely reached my observatory when Bertha and her lover met once more.

The preliminaries were much about the same, but instead of going to bed afterwards, Bertha said: "I have a whim, dear.