RAPID LOVE MAKING IN THE BOIS
A discreet maid—"Remove thy glove"—Kisses of passion, pure kisses, powerful kisses—I see my lover daily—Countess Baranello offers "doves' nest"—Driving to rendezvous in state—"Naughty Louise," who makes fun of George.
Dresden, June 1, 1897.
A month of untold happiness. I went to the Bois and I am going there every afternoon.
He was splendid; he was modest, quiet. He seemed to exude happiness.
Lucretia is discretion itself. She kept behind us, but out of ear-shot.
"I came to tell you that you acted like a madman last night, and that the offense must not be repeated," I said sternly to Bielsk.
"I am a madman—in love," he replied, looking at me with big, soulful eyes.
I chattered a lot of nonsense, prohibitions, commands, entreaties.
"Remove thy glove," he begged.