I entered the hotel feeling vexed and unhappy, though more in love than ever, for my fair one had convinced me that she was no passive mistress, but could experience pleasure as well as give it.  That being the case I resolved not to leave Cologne before we had drained the cup of pleasure together, and that, it seemed to me, could not take place till the general was out of the way.

Next day, at noon, I went to the general’s house to write down my name, but I found he was receiving visitors and I went in.  I made the general an appropriate compliment, to which the rude Austrian only replied by a cold inclination of the head.  He was surrounded by a good many officers, and after four minutes I made a general bow and went out.  The boor kept his room for three days, and as my mistress did not come to the theatre I had not the pleasure of seeing her.

On the last day of the carnival Kettler asked a good many people to a ball and supper.  On my going to pay my court to my mistress in her box at the theatre, and being left for a moment alone with her, she asked me if I were invited to the general’s supper.  I answered in the negative.

“What!” said she, in an imperious and indignant voice, “he has not asked you?  You must go, for all that.”

“Consider what you say,” said I, gently, “I will do anything to please you but that.”

“I know all you can urge; nevertheless, you must go.  I should feel insulted if you were not at that supper.  If you love me you will give me this proof of your affection and (I think I may say) esteem.”

“You ask me thus?  Then I will go.  But are you aware that you are exposing me to the danger of losing my life or taking his? for I am not the man to pass over an affront.”

“I know all you can say,” said she.  “I have your honour at heart as much as mine, or perhaps more so, but nothing will happen to you; I will answer for everything.  You must go, and you must give me your promise now, for I am resolved if you do not go, neither will I, but we must never see each other more.”

“Then you may reckon upon me.”

At that moment M. de Castries came in, and I left the box and went to the pit, where I passed two anxious hours in reflecting on the possible consequences of the strange step this woman would have me take.  Nevertheless, such was the sway of her beauty aver my soul, I determined to abide by my promise and to carry the matter through, and to put myself in the wrong as little as possible.  I went to the general’s at the end of the play, and only found five or six people there.  I went up to a canoness who was very fond of Italian poetry, and had no trouble in engaging her in an interesting discussion.  In half an hour the room was full, my mistress coming in last on the general’s arm.  I was taken up with the canoness and did not stir, and consequently Kettler did not notice me, while the lady in great delight at seeing me left him no time to examine his