They went into the next room for a moment, I did the same, and we then sat on the sofa before the fire. As I sat between them I observed that our legs were perfectly alike, and that I could not imagine why women stuck so obstinately to their petticoats.
While I talked I touched their legs, saying it was just as if I were to touch my own.
They did not interrupt this examination which I carried up to the knee, and I told Emilie that all the reward I would ask for my services was that I might see her thighs, to compare them with Armelline’s.
“She will be bigger than I,” said Armelline, “though I am the taller.”
“Well, there would be no harm in letting me see.”
“I think there would.”
“Well, I will feel with my hands.”
“No, you would look at the same time.”
“I swear I will not.”
“Let me bandage your eyes.”