I locked up my money, and warning my faithful Spaniard that I should not be coming back, I went to my idol, having got wet through on the way, and being obliged to undress as soon as I arrived. The good woman of the house took care to dry my clothes.
I found the fair nun dressed in her religious habit, and lying on the small bed.
“Why are you not in your own bed, dearest?”
“Because I feel quite well again, my darling, and I wished to sup with you at table. We will go to bed afterwards, if that will give you any pleasure.”
“It will give me pleasure if you share in my delight.”
“Alas! I am undone, and I shall doubtless die when I have to leave you.”
“Do not leave me, sweetheart; come with me to Rome; and leave the matter in my hands. I will make you my wife, and we will live happily together ever after.”
“That would be too great a bliss, but I could never make up my mind to it; say no more about it.”
I was sure of spending a delicious night in the possession of all her charms, and we stayed an hour at table, seasoning the dishes with sweet converse. When we had done, the woman came up, gave her a packet, and went away again, wishing us good night.
“What does this packet contain, darling?”