"No," I answered.
"That's strange—if it's true."
"Why should it not be true?" I asked.
"You are so young and good-looking."
"Is the monastery only for cripples?"
She laughed and put out a bare foot from the divan. She looked at me and let herself be seen immodestly; exposed, her arms bare to the shoulder and her gown unfastened at the breast.
"You do that in vain," I thought. "You should keep your charms for your lover."
And the little fool asked me:
"Don't women bother you?"
"I don't see them," I answered. "How can they bother me?"