The marquis and Lucrezia had not the slightest doubt that Anastasia spent every night with me, and they were delighted at the idea.
The whole of the day I devoted to the worthy marquis, who said my company made him happy. It was no sacrifice on my part, for I liked his principles and his way of thinking.
On the occasion of my third supper with Anastasia I was more tender than ever, and she was very much astonished to find that I had cooled down when I got to my room.
“I am glad to see you so calm,” said she, “you quite frightened me at supper.”
“The reason is that I know you think yourself in danger when you are alone with me.”
“Not at all; you are much more discreet than you were nine years ago.”
“What folly did I commit then?”
“No folly, but you did not respect my childhood.”
“I only gave you a few caresses, for which I am now sorry, as you are frightened of me, and persist in locking your door.”
“I don’t mistrust you, but I have told you my reasons for locking the door. I think that you must mistrust me, as you won’t go to bed while I am in the room.”