“I don’t like chocolate.”
“I am sorry to hear that; but you like foie gras?”
“Yes, I do; and from what father tells me I am going to take some with you to-day.”
“I shall be delighted.”
“I suppose you are afraid of being poisoned?”
“Not at all; I only wish we could die together.”
She pretended not to understand, and left me burning with desire. I felt that I must either obtain possession of her or tell her father not to send her into my room any more.
The Turin Jewess had given me some valuable hints as to the conduct of amours with Jewish girls.
My theory was that Leah would be more easily won than she, for at Ancona there was much more liberty than at Turin.
This was a rake’s reasoning, but even rakes are mistaken sometimes.