“Nearly seventeen.”
“I hope I shall see you in my room to-morrow morning.”
“Have you any ladies with you?”
“No.”
“That’s a pity, as we never go to the gentlemen’s rooms.”
“Lower the coverlet a little; I can’t hear what you say.”
“It’s too cold.”
“Dear Therese, your eyes make me feel as if I were in flames.”
She put back her head at this, and I grew daring, and after sundry experiments I was more than ever charmed with her. I caressed her in a somewhat lively manner, and drew back my hand, again apologizing for my daring, and when she let me see her face I thought I saw delight rather than anger in her eyes and on her cheeks, and I felt hopeful with regard to her. I was just going to begin again, for I felt on fire; when a handsome chambermaid came to tell me that my room was ready and my fire lighted.
“Farewell till to-morrow,” said I to Therese, but she only answered by turning on her side to go to sleep.