I had been in this position for about five minutes, when Clementine, half asleep and half awake, turned over, and stretching out her arm, gave me a hasty kiss, thinking I was her sister. She then fell asleep again in the same position. I should have stayed still long enough, for her warm breath played on my face, and gave me a foretaste of ambrosia; but Eleanore could restrain herself no longer, and, bursting into a peal of laughter, forced Clementine to open her eyes. Nevertheless, she did not discover that she held me in her arms till she saw her sister standing laughing beside the bed.
“This is a fine trick,” said she, “you are two charmers indeed!”
This quiet reception gave me back my self-composure, and I was able to play my part properly.
“You see,” said I, “I have had a kiss from my sweet Hebe.”
“I thought I was giving it to my sister. ‘Tis the kiss that Amaryllis gave to Mistillo.”
“It comes to the same thing. The kiss has produced its effects, and Iolas is young again.”
“Dear Eleanore, you have gone too far, for we love each other, and I was dreaming of him.”
“No, no,” said her sister, “Iolas is dressed. Look!”
So saying, the little wanton with a swift movement uncovered me, but at the same time she uncovered her sister, and Clementine with a little scream veiled the charms which my eyes had devoured for a moment. I had seen all, but as one sees lightning. I had seen the cornice and the frieze of the altar of love.
Eleanore then went out, and I remained gazing at the treasure I desired but did not dare to seize. At last I broke the silence.