The little girl, who had been listening to me all the time, though I appeared to be only addressing her friend, said that she longed to know the end of my adventure with the Duke of Matelone’s mistress.
I supped with the fair Desarmoises, and after giving her sundry proofs of my affection till midnight, and telling her that I only stopped on for her sake, I went to bed.
The next day after dinner I returned to the convent, and having sent up my name to M—— M—— I entered the room where the grating was more convenient.
Before long M—— M—— arrived alone, but she anticipated my thoughts by telling me that her pretty friend would soon join her.
“You have fired her imagination. She has told me all about it, playing a thousand wanton tricks, and calling me her dear husband. You have seduced the girl, and I am very glad you are going or else you would drive her mad. You will see how she has dressed herself.”
“Are you sure of her discretion?”
“Perfectly, but I hope you won’t do anything in my presence. When I see the time coming I will leave the room.”
“You are an angel, dearest, but you might be something better than that if you would—”
“I want nothing for myself; it is out of the question.”
“You could—”