“I begin not to dread them so much as I used to.”
“I am delighted to hear it, as I see you will make me perfectly happy after supper.”
The country-woman came up, and I gave her another ten louis; but it suddenly dawned upon me that she took me for a madman. To disabuse her of this idea I told her that I was very rich, and that I wanted to make her understand that I could not give her enough to testify my gratitude to her for the care she had taken of the good nun. She wept, kissed my hand, and served us a delicious supper. The nun ate well and drank indifferently, but I was in too great a hurry to see the beautiful black hair of this victim to her goodness of heart, and I could not follow her example. The one appetite drove out the other.
As soon as we were relieved of the country-woman’s presence, she removed her hood, and let a mass of ebon hair fall upon her alabaster shoulders, making a truly ravishing contrast. She put the portrait before her, and proceeded to arrange her hair like the first M—— M——.
“You are handsomer than your sister,” said I, “but I think she was more affectionate than you.”
“She may have been more affectionate, but she had not a better heart.”
“She was much more amorous than you.”
“I daresay; I have never been in love.”
“That is strange; how about your nature and the impulse of the senses?”
“We arrange all that easily at the convent. We accuse ourselves to the confessor, for we know it is a sin, but he treats it as a childish fault, and absolves us without imposing any penances.”