An interval of repose became necessary, in consequence of the activity of our enjoyment.  Our senses were not tired out, but they required the rest which renews their sensitiveness and restores the buoyancy necessary to active service.

Bellino was the first to break our silence.

“Dearest,” she said, “are you satisfied now?  Have you found me truly loving?”

“Truly loving?  Ah! traitress that you are!  Do you, then, confess that I was not mistaken when I guessed that you were a charming woman?  And if you truly loved me, tell me how you could contrive to defer your happiness and mine so long?  But is it quite certain that I did not make a mistake?”

“I am yours all over; see for yourself.”

Oh, what delightful survey! what charming beauties! what an ocean of enjoyment!  But I could not find any trace of the protuberance which had so much terrified and disgusted me.

“What has become,” I said, “of that dreadful monstrosity?”

“Listen to me,” she replied, “and I will tell you everything.

“My name is Therese.  My father, a poor clerk in the Institute of Bologna, had let an apartment in his house to the celebrated Salimberi, a castrato, and a delightful musician.  He was young and handsome, he became attached to me, and I felt flattered by his affection and by the praise he lavished upon me.  I was only twelve years of age; he proposed to teach me music, and finding that I had a fine voice, he cultivated it carefully, and in less than a year I could accompany myself on the harpsichord.  His reward was that which his love for me induced him to ask, and I granted the reward without feeling any humiliation, for I worshipped him.  Of course, men like yourself are much above men of his species, but Salimberi was an exception.  His beauty, his manners, his talent, and the rare qualities of his soul, made him superior in my eyes to all the men I had seen until then.  He was modest and reserved, rich and generous, and I doubt whether he could have found a woman able to resist him; yet I never heard him boast of having seduced any.  The mutilation practised upon his body had made him a monster, but he was an angel by his rare qualities and endowments.

“Salimberi was at that time educating a boy of the same age as myself, who was in Rimini with a music teacher.  The father of the boy, who was poor and had a large family, seeing himself near death, had thought of having his unfortunate son maimed so that he should become the support of his brothers with his voice.  The name of the boy was Bellino; the good woman whom you have just seen in Ancona was his mother, and everybody believes that she is mine.

“I had belonged to Salimberi for about a year, when he announced to me one day, weeping bitterly, that he was compelled to leave me to go to Rome, but he promised to see me again.  The news threw me into despair.  He had arranged everything for the continuation of my musical education, but, as he was preparing himself for his departure, my father died very suddenly, after a short illness, and I was left an orphan.