I said to him: "Has not my husband promised you such and such a book?"

"Yes, madam, and I had hoped to be able to take it with me to-day/' "I will give it you — Pardon me, madam," said I to my eternal bore, "and permit me to leave you for an instant."

We were in a small reception room that served as my boudoir. P., who understood me, went out and waited for me in the big drawing room, whither I rejoined him, with an odd volume in my hand.

In an instant, he declared his passion. What he said — what I answered, I know not. I remember nothing.

I led him towards the hall, for fear we should be overheard.

There was a double door between the drawing room and a little vestibule, where I could hear a servant. As we reached there, Monsieur F., beside himself, seized me in his arms, and a lingering kiss, a kiss of fire, a kiss that responded to my soul, arrested a shriek that I should not have been able to stifle.

At the same time, his prompt hand had lifted my petticoats, and was scientifically caressing my burning slit, that quick as lightning poured out upon his fingers palpable traces of the spendings that filled it to overflowing.

"Begone,… begone!.. away," I said, with stifled accents.

"Go… To-morrow… three o'clock"; and I fled in a state which I cannot describe.

Happily, the lady who was waiting was not very clever, and did not notice my disordered state.

I shall not undertake to narrate my feelings till the next day.

All that I can remember is, that I firmly resolved to satisfy my erotic longings.

My husband intended to absent himself for two or three days, and I arranged so as to send my servants on different errands. I dressed myself carefully and waited.