We complain of women who, though loving us and sure of our love, refuse us their favours; but we are wrong in doing so, for if they love they have good reason to fear lest they lose us in the moment of satisfying our desires.  Naturally they should do all in their power to retain our hearts, and the best way to do so is to cherish our desire of possessing them; but desire is only kept alive by being denied:  enjoyment kills it, since one cannot desire what one has got.  I am, therefore, of opinion that women are quite right to refuse us.  But if it be granted that the passions of the two sexes are of equal strength, how comes it that a man never refuses to gratify a woman who loves him and entreats him to be kind?

We cannot receive the argument founded on the fear of results, as that is a particular and not a general consideration.  Our conclusion, then, will be that the reason lies in the fact that a man thinks more of the pleasure he imparts than that which he receives, and is therefore eager to impart his bliss to another.  We know, also, that, as a general rule, women, when once enjoyed, double their love and affection.  On the other hand, women think more of the pleasure they receive than of that which they impart, and therefore put off enjoyment as long as possible, since they fear that in giving themselves up they lose their chief good—­their own pleasure.  This feeling is peculiar to the sex, and is the only cause of coquetry, pardonable in a woman, detestable in a man.

Silvia’s daughter loved me, and she knew I loved her, although I had never said so, but women’s wit is keen.  At the same time she endeavoured not to let me know her feelings, as she was afraid of encouraging me to ask favours of her, and she did not feel sure of her strength to refuse them; and she knew my inconstant nature.  Her relations intended her for Clement, who had been teaching her the clavichord for the last three years.  She knew of the arrangement and had no objection, for though she did not love him she liked him very well.  Most girls are wedded without love, and they are not sorry for it afterwards.  They know that by marriage they become of some consequence in the world, and they marry to have a house of their own and a good position in society.  They seem to know that a husband and a lover need not be synonymous terms.  At Paris men are actuated by the same views, and most marriages are matters of convenience.  The French are jealous of their mistresses, but never of their wives.

There could be no doubt that M. Clement was very much in love, and Mdlle.  Baletti was delighted that I noticed it, as she thought this would bring me to a declaration, and she was quite right.  The departure of Mdlle. de la Meure had a good deal to do with my determination to declare myself; and I was very sorry to have done so afterwards, for after I had told her I loved her Clement was dismissed, and my position was worse than before.  The man who declares his love for a woman in words wants to be sent to school again.