“You are cruel and unjust, and if you will promise to be discreet, I will take you up to the third floor where she is bathing.”
“Very good; take me.” She went upstairs, I following on tiptoe, and pushed me into a room, and shut the door upon me. The Charpillon was in a huge bath, with her head towards the door, and the infernal coquette, pretending to think it was her aunt, did not move, and said,—
“Give me the towels, aunt.”
She was in the most seductive posture, and I had the pleasure of gazing on her exquisite proportions, hardly veiled by the water.
When she caught sight of me, or rather pretended to do so, she gave a shriek, huddled her limbs together, and said, with affected anger,—
“Begone!”
“You needn’t exert your voice, for I am not going to be duped.”
“Begone!”
“Not so, give me a little time to collect myself.”
“I tell you, go!”