“Seventeen. They tried to make me take the veil, but not having any relish for the fooleries of the cloister I refused.”
“Are you vexed with me?”
“I ought to be very angry with you, but I know it was my fault, so I will only ask you to be discreet.”
“Don’t be afraid, if I were indiscreet I should be the first to suffer.”
“You have given me a lesson which will come in useful. Stop! stop! or I will go away.”
“No, keep quiet; it’s done now.”
I had taken her pretty hand, with which she let me do as I liked, and at last when she drew it back she was astonished to find it wanted wiping.
“What is that?”
“The most pleasant of substances, which renovates the world.”
“I see you are an excellent master. Your pupils make rapid progress, and you give your lessons with such a learned air.”