person with rapture.  A coat of rosy velvet, embroidered with gold spangles, a vest to match, embroidered likewise in the richest fashion, breeches of black satin, diamond buckles, a solitaire of great value on her little finger, and on the other hand a ring:  such was her toilet.  Her black lace mask was remarkable for its fineness and the beauty of the design.  To enable me to see her better she stood before me.  I looked in her pockets, in which I found a gold snuff-box, a sweetmeat-box adorned with pearls, a gold case, a splendid opera-glass, handkerchiefs of the finest cambric, soaked rather than perfumed with the most precious essences.  I examined attentively the richness and the workmanship of her two watches, of her chains, of her trinkets, brilliant with diamonds.  The last article I found was a pistol; it was an English weapon of fine steel, and of the most beautiful finish.

“All I see, my divine angel, is not worthy of you; yet I cannot refrain from expressing my admiration for the wonderful, I might almost say adorable, being who wants to convince you that you are truly his mistress.”

“That is what he said when I asked him to bring me to Venice, and to leave me.  ‘Amuse yourself,’ he said, ’and I hope that the man whom you are going to make happy will convince you that he is worthy of it.’”

“He is indeed an extraordinary man, and I do not think there is another like him.  Such a lover is a unique being; and I feel that I could not be like him, as deeply as I fear to be unworthy of a happiness which dazzles me.”

“Allow me to leave you, and to take off these clothes alone.”

“Do anything you please.”

A quarter of an hour afterwards my mistress came back to me.  Her hair was dressed like a man’s; the front locks came down her cheeks, and the black hair, fastened with a knot of blue ribbon, reached the bend of her legs; her form was that of Antinous; her clothes alone, being cut in the French style, prevented the illusion from being complete.  I was in a state of ecstatic delight, and I could not realize my happiness.

“No, adorable woman,” I exclaimed, “you are not made for a mortal, and I do not believe that you will ever be mine.  At the very moment of possessing you some miracle will wrest you from my arms.  Your divine spouse, perhaps, jealous of a simple mortal, will annihilate all my hope.  It is possible that in a few minutes I shall no longer exist.”

“Are you mad, dearest?  I am yours this very instant, if you wish it.”

“Ah! if I wish it!  Although fasting, come!  Love and happiness will be my food!”

She felt cold, we sat near the fire; and unable to master my impatience I unfastened a diamond brooch which pinned her ruffle.  Dear reader, there are some sensations so powerful and so sweet that years cannot weaken the remembrance of them.  My mouth had already covered with kisses that ravishing bosom; but then the troublesome corset had not allowed me to admire all its perfection.  Now I felt it free from all restraint and from all unnecessary support; I have never seen, never touched, anything more beautiful, and the two magnificent globes of the Venus de Medicis, even if they had been animated by the spark of life given by Prometheus, would have yielded the palm to hose of my divine nun.