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  "Everything is quite right," I continued, "except the chocolate; I like it well frothed."

  "Then I will make it for you myself."

  "Then I will give out a double quantity, and we will take it together."

  "I don't like chocolate."

  "I am sorry to hear that; but you like foie gras?"

  "Yes, I do; and from what father tells me I am going to take some with you to-day."

  "I shall be delighted."

  "I suppose you are afraid of being poisoned?"

  "Not at all; I only wish we could die together."

  She pretended not to understand, and left me burning with desire. I felt that I must either obtain possession of her or tell her father not to send her into my room any more.

  The Turin Jewess had given me some valuable hints as to the conduct of amours with Jewish girls.

  My theory was that Leah would be more easily won than she, for at Ancona there was much more liberty than at Turin.

  This was a rake's reasoning, but even rakes are mistaken sometimes.

  The dinner that was served to me was very good, though cooked in the Jewish style, and Leah brought in the foie gras and sat down opposite to me with a muslin kerchief over her breast.

  The foie gras was excellent, and we washed it down with copious libations of Scopolo, which Leah found very much to her taste.

  When the foie gras was finished she got up, but I stopped her, for the dinner was only half over.

  "I will stay then," said she, "but I am afraid my father will object."

  "Very good. Call your master," I said to the maid who came in at that moment, "I have a word to speak to him."

  "My dear Mardocheus," I said when he came, "your daughter's appetite doubles mine, and I shall be much obliged if you will allow her to keep me company whenever we have foie gras."

  "It isn't to my profit to double your appetite, but if you like to pay double I shall have no objection."

  "Very good, that arrangement will suit me."

  In evidence of my satisfaction I gave him a bottle of Scopolo, which Leah guaranteed pure.

  We dined together, and seeing that the wine was making her mirthful I told her that her eyes were inflaming me and that she must let me kiss them.

  "My duty obliges me to say nay. No kissing and no touching; we have only got to eat and drink together, and I shall like it as much as you."

  "You are cruel."

  "I am wholly dependent on my father."

  "Shall I ask your father to give you leave to be kind?"

  "I don't think that would be proper, and my father might be offended and not allow me to see you any more."

  "And supposing he told you not to be scrupulous about trifles?"

  "Then I should despise him and continue to do my duty."

  So clear a declaration shewed me that if I persevered in this intrigue I might go on for ever without success. I also bethought me that I ran a risk of neglecting my chief business, which would not allow me to stay long in Ancona.

  I said nothing more to Leah just then, and when the dessert came in I gave her some Cyprus wine, which she declared was the most delicious nectar she had ever tasted.

  I saw that the wine was heating her, and it seemed incredible to me that Bacchus should reign without Venus; but she had a hard head, her blood was hot and her brain cool.

  However, I tried to seize her hand and kiss it, but she drew it away, saying pleasantly,—

  "It's too much for honour and too little for love."

  This witty remark amused me, and it also let me know that she was not exactly a neophyte.

  I determined to postpone matters till the next day, and told her not to get me any supper as I was supping with the Venetian consul.

  The consul had told me that he did not dine, but that he would always be delighted to see me at supper.

  It was midnight when I came home, and everyone was asleep except the maid who let me in. I gave her such a gratuity that she must have wished me to keep late hours for the rest of my stay.

  I proceeded to sound her about Leah, but she told me nothing but good. If she was to be believed, Leah was a good girl, always at work, loved by all, and fancy free. The maid could not have praised her better if she had been paid to do so.

  In the morning Leah brought the chocolate and sat down on my bed, saying that we should have some fine foie gras, and that she should have all the better appetite for dinner as she had not taken any supper.

  "Why didn't you take any supper?"

  "I suppose it was because of your excellent Cyprus wine, to which my father has taken a great liking."

  "Ah! he like it? We will give him some."

  Leah was in a state of undress as before, and the sight of her half-covered spheres drove me to distraction.

  "Are you not aware that you have a beautiful breast?" said I.

  "I thought all young girls were just the same."

  "Have you no suspicion that the sight is a very pleasant one for me?"

  "If that be so, I am very glad, for I have nothing to be ashamed of, for a girl has no call to hide her throat any more than her face, unless she is in grand company."

  As she was speaking, Leah looked at a golden heart transfixed with an arrow and set with small diamonds which served me as a shirt stud.

  "Do you like the little heart?" said I.

  "Very much. Is it pure gold?"

  "Certainly, and that being so I think I may offer it to you."

  So saying I took it off, but she thanked me politely, and said that a girl who gave nothing must take nothing.

  "Take it; I will never ask any favour of you."

  "But I should be indebted to you, and that's the reason why I never take anything."

  I saw that there was nothing to be done, or rather that it would be necessary to do too much to do anything, and that in any case the best plan would be to give her up.

  I put aside all thoughts of violence, which would only anger her or make her laugh at me. I should either have been degraded, or rendered more amorous, and all for nothing. If she had taken offense she would not have come to see me any more, and I should have had nought to complain of. In fine I made up my mind to restrain myself, and indulge no more in amorous talk.

  We dined very pleasantly together. The servant brought in some shell-fish, which are forbidden by the Mosaic Law. While the maid was in the room I asked Leah to take some, and she refused indignantly; but directly the girl was gone she took some of her own accord and ate them eagerly, assuring me that it was the first time she had had the pleasure of tasting shellfish.

  "This girl," I said to myself, "who breaks the law of her religion with such levity, who likes pleasure and does not conceal it, this is the girl who wants to make me believe that she is insensible to the pleasures of love; that's impossible, though she may not love me. She must have some secret means of satisfying her passions, which in my opinion are very violent. We will see what can be done this evening with the help of a bottle of good Muscat."

  However, when the evening came, she said she could not drink or eat anything, as a meal always prevented her sleeping.

  The next day she brought me my chocolate, but her beautiful breast was covered with a white kerchief. She sat down on the bed as usual, and I observed in a melancholy manner that she had only covered her breast because I had said I took a pleasure in seeing it.

  She replied that she had not thought of anything, and had only put on her kerchief because she had had no time to fasten her stays.

  "You are whole right," I said, smilingly, "for if I were to see the whole breast I might not think it beautiful."

  She gave no answer, and I finished my chocolate.

  I recollected my collection of obscene pictures, and I begged Leah to give me the box, telling her that I would shew her some of the most beautiful breasts in the world.

  "I shan't care to see them," said she; but she gave me the box, and sat down on my bed as before.

 
; I took out a picture of a naked woman lying on her back and abusing herself, and covering up the lower part of it I shewed it to Leah.

  "But her breast is like any other," said Leah.

  "Take away your handkerchief."

  "Take it back; it's disgusting. It's well enough done," she added, with a burst of laughter, "but it's no novelty for me."

  "No novelty for you?"

  "Of course not; every girl does like that before she gets married."

  "Then you do it, too?"

  "Whenever I want to."

  "Do it now."

  "A well-bred girl always does it in private."

  "And what do you do after?"

  "If I am in bed I go to sleep."

  "My dear Leah, your sincerity is too much for me. Either be kind or visit me no more."

  "You are very weak, I think."

  "Yes, because I am strong."

  "Then henceforth we shall only meet at dinner. But shew me some more miniatures."

  "I have some pictures which you will not like."

  "Let me see them."

  I gave her Arentin's figures, and was astonished to see how coolly she examined them, passing from one to the other in the most commonplace way.

  "Do you think them interesting?" I said.

  "Yes, very; they are so natural. But a good girl should not look at such pictures; anyone must be aware that these voluptuous attitudes excite one's emotions."

  "I believe you, Leah, and I feel it as much as you. Look here!"

  She smiled and took the book away to the window, turning her back towards me without taking any notice of my appeal.

  I had to cool down and dress myself, and when the hairdresser arrived Leah went away, saying she would return me my book at dinner.

  I was delighted, thinking I was sure of victory either that day or the next, but I was out of my reckoning.

  We dined well and drank better. At dessert Leah took the book out of her pocket and set me all on fire by asking me to explain some of the pictures but forbidding all practical demonstration.

  I went out impatiently, determined to wait till next morning.

  When the cruel Jewess came in the morning she told me that she wanted explanations, but that I must use the pictures and nothing more as a demonstration of my remarks.

  "Certainly," I replied, "but you must answer all my questions as to your sex."

  "I promise to do so, if they arise naturally from the pictures."

  The lesson lasted two hours, and a hundred times did I curse Aretin and my folly in shewing her his designs, for whenever I made the slightest attempt the pitiless woman threatened to leave me. But the information she gave me about her own sex was a perfect torment to me. She told me the most lascivious details, and explained with the utmost minuteness the different external and internal movements which would be developed in the copulations pictured by Aretin. I thought it quite impossible that she could be reasoning from theory alone. She was not troubled by the slightest tincture of modesty, but philosophized on coition as coolly and much more learnedly than Hedvig. I would willingly have given her all I possessed to crown her science by the performance of the great work. She swore it was all pure theory with her, and I thought she must be speaking the truth when she said she wanted to get married to see if her notions were right or wrong. She looked pensive when I told her that the husband destined for her might be unable to discharge his connubial duties more than once a week.

  "Do you mean to say," said she, "that one man is not as good as another?"

  "How do you mean?"

  "Are not all men able to make love every day, and every hour, just as they eat, drink and sleep every day?"

  "No, dear Leah, they that can make love every day are very scarce."

  In my state of chronic irritation I felt much annoyed that there was no decent place at Ancona where a man might appease his passions for his money. I trembled to think that I was in danger of falling really in love with Leah, and I told the consul every day that I was in no hurry to go. I was as foolish as a boy in his calf-love. I pictured Leah as the purest of women, for with strong passions she refused to gratify them. I saw in her a model of virtue; she was all self-restraint and purity, resisting temptation in spite of the fire that consumed her.

  Before long the reader will discover how very virtuous Leah was.

  After nine or ten days I had recourse to violence, not in deeds but in words. She confessed I was in the right, and said my best plan would be to forbid her to come and see me in the morning. At dinner, according to her, there would be no risk.

  I made up my mind to ask her to continue her visits, but to cover her breast and avoid all amorous conversation.

  "With all my heart," she replied, laughing; "but be sure I shall not be the first to break the conditions."

  I felt no inclination to break them either, for three days later I felt weary of the situation, and told the consul I would start on the first opportunity. My passion for Leah was spoiling my appetite, and I thus saw myself deprived of my secondary pleasure without any prospect of gaining my primary enjoyment.

  After what I had said to the consul I felt I should be bound to go, and I went to bed calmly enough. But about two o'clock in the morning I had, contrary to my usual habit, to get up and offer sacrifice to Cloacina. I left my room without any candle, as I knew my way well enough about the house.

  The temple of the goddess was on the ground floor, but as I had put on my soft slippers, and walked very softly, my footsteps did not make the least noise.

  On my way upstairs I saw a light shining through a chink in the door of a room which I knew to be unoccupied. I crept softly up, not dreaming for a moment that Leah could be there at such an hour. But on putting my eye to the chink I found I could see a bed, and on it were Leah and a young man, both stark naked, and occupied in working out Aretin's postures to the best of their ability. They were whispering to one another, and every four or five minutes I had the pleasure of seeing a new posture. These changes of position gave me a view of all the beauties of Leah, and this pleasure was something to set against my rage in having taken such a profligate creature for a virtuous woman.

  Every time they approached the completion of the great work they stopped short, and completed what they were doing with their hands.

  When they were doing the Straight Tree, to my mind the most lascivious of them all, Leah behaved like a true Lesbian; for while the young man excited her amorous fury she got hold of his instrument and took it between her lips till the work was complete. I could not doubt that she had swallowed the vital fluid of my fortunate rival.

  The Adonis then shewed her the feeble instrument, and Leah seemed to regret what she had done. Before long she began to excite him again; but the fellow looked at his watch, pushed her away, and began to put on his shirt.

  Leah seemed angry, and I could see that she reproached him for some time before she began to dress.

  When they were nearly clothed I softly returned to my room and looked out of a window commanding the house-door. I had not to wait long before I saw the fortunate lover going out.

  I went to bed indignant with Leah; I felt myself degraded. She was no longer virtuous, but a villainous prostitute in my eyes; and I fell to sleep with the firm resolve of driving her from my room the next morning, after shaming her with the story of the scene I had witnessed. But, alas, hasty and angry resolves can seldom withstand a few hours' sleep. As soon as I saw Leah coming in with my chocolate, smiling and gay as usual, I told her quite coolly all the exploits I had seen her executing, laying particular stress on the Straight Tree, and the curious liquid she had swallowed. I ended by saying that I hoped she would give me the next night, both to crown my love and insure my secrecy.

  She answered with perfect calm that I had nothing to expect from her as she did not love me, and as for keeping the secret she defied me to disclose it.

  "I am sure you would not be guilty of such a disgraceful action," said she.r />
  With these words she turned her back on me and went out.

  I could not help confessing to myself that she was in the right; I could not bring myself to commit such a baseness. She had made me reasonable in a few words:

  "I don't love you." There was no reply to this, and I felt I had no claim on her.

  Rather it was she who might complain of me; what right had I to spy over her? I could not accuse her of deceiving me; she was free to do what she liked with herself. My best course was clearly to be silent.

  I dressed myself hastily, and went to the Exchange, where I heard that a vessel was sailing for Fiume the same day.

  Fiume is just opposite Ancona on the other side of the gulf. From Fiume to Trieste the distance is forty miles, and I decided to go by that route.

  I went aboard the ship and took the best place, said good-bye to the consul, paid Mardocheus, and packed my trunks.

  Leah heard that I was going the same day, and came and told me that she could not give me back my lace and my silk stockings that day, but that I could have them by the next day.

  "Your father," I replied coolly, "will hand them all over to the Venetian consul, who will send them to me at Trieste."

  Just as I was sitting down to dinner, the captain of the boat came for my luggage with a sailor. I told him he could have my trunk, and that I would bring the rest aboard whenever he liked to go.

  "I intend setting out an hour before dusk."

  "I shall be ready."

  When Mardocheus heard where I was going he begged me to take charge of a small box and a letter he wanted to send to a friend.

  "I shall be delighted to do you this small service."

  At dinner Leah sat down with me and chattered as usual, without troubling herself about my monosyllabic answers.

  I supposed she wished me to credit her with calm confidence and philosophy, while I looked upon it all as brazen impudence.

  I hated and despised her. She had inflamed my passions, told me to my face she did not love me, and seemed to claim my respect through it all. Possibly she expected me to be grateful for her remark that she believed me incapable of betraying her to her father.

  As she drank my Scopolo she said there were several bottles left, as well as some Muscat.

 

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