After tea was over I, for the first time in my life, experienced a high degree of restlessness and impatience. What was it that I wanted? I got out my drawings; they had grown dull and stupid. I turned to my books, but they were unsatisfying; and bidding all good-night, I went to bed, but not to sleep. 'Twas she and only she. In the bed, with its tender memories of the night before, I grew even worse; tossing and longing — the moments streaching into hours, while I waited for her coming:

How my heart beat when at last I heard her footsteps on the stairs! As she came in I feigned sleep, and bending over me she kissed me with her hot lips, and I was happy. then she went to the mirror and began taking down her beautiful hair which, loosened, fell below her hips. After she had unhooked her dress and taken it off, she unfastened her skirts and stepped out of them, and, taking off her corset, she stood before me in her short ruffled chemise, while she toiled and coiled up her lovely hair.

How beautiful and fascinating she was as she stepped about here and there; and as she stooped to pick up this and that from the floor, I peeped under her little shirt and saw the white bare thighs that I had seen in the boat — that had held me so tightly the night before. Then she sat down and unlaced her shoes, and drawing the stockings from her beautiful legs stood up again.

"I like you, I said to her in a low tone, as she stepped to the bed, whispering, "you little rascal, have you been awake all this time watching me?" I inclined my head, and putting my arms around her neck whispered that I had been waiting so long for her to come, and that I thought she was so nice and pretty.

"Bless your heart," she replied, "do you think so?"