And I shewed her the secret of the sham window.
“You will be able to tell your lover that no one saw you.”
“He will appreciate your delicate attention, and that will prove to him that you are not a novice in the art of love. But it is evident that I am not the only one who enjoys with you the delights of this charming residence.”
“You are wrong, believe me: you are the first woman I have seen here. You are not, adorable creature, my first love, but you shall be the last.”
“I shall be happy if you are faithful. My lover is constant, kind, gentle and amiable; yet my heart has ever been fancy-free with him.”
“Then his own heart must be the same; for if his love was of the same nature as mine you would never have made me happy.”
“He loves me as I love you; do you believe in my love for you?”
“Yes, I want to believe in it; but you would not allow me to....”
“Do not say any more; for I feel that I could forgive you in anything, provided you told me all. The joy I experience at this moment is caused more by the hope I have of gratifying your desires than by the idea that I am going to pass a delightful night with you. It will be the first in my life.”
“What! Have you never passed such a night with your lover?”