“Unhappily, it is only too true. I was inebriated with love, and thinking only of you, I saw nothing but you.”
“I understand how strong the imagination would be at first, but this element should have been much diminished after the first or second assault; and, above all, because she differs from me in a matter which I cannot conceal and she cannot supply.”
“You are right—a burst of Venus! When I think that I only touched two dangling flabby breasts, I feel as if I did not deserve to live!”
“And you felt them, and they did not disgust you!”
“Could I be disgusted, could I even reflect, when I felt certain that I held you in my arms, you for whom I would give my life. No, a rough skin, a stinking breath, and a fortification carried with far too much ease; nothing could moderate my amorous fury.”
“What do I hear? Accursed and unclean woman, nest of impurities! And could you forgive me all these defects?”
“I repeat, the idea that I possessed you deprived me of my thinking faculties; all seemed to me divine.”
“You should have treated me like a common prostitute, you should even have beaten me on finding me such as you describe.”
“Ah! now you are unjust!”
“That may be; I am so enraged against that monster that my anger deprives me of reason. But now that she thinks that she had to do with a servant, and after the degrading visit she has had she ought to die of rage and shame. What astonishes me is her believing it, for he is shorter than you by four inches. And how can she imagine that a servant would do it as well as you? It’s not likely. I am sure she is in love with him now. Twenty-five louis! He would have been content with ten. What a good thing that the poor fellow’s illness happened so conveniently. But I suppose you had to tell him all?”