After I had had my chocolate next morning I went out with a guide to the shops, where I got the necessary articles, paying a good but not an excessive price.  Rosalie was only fifteen, but with her figure, her well-formed breasts, and her rounded arms, she would have been taken for twenty.  Her shape was so imprinted on my brain that everything I got for her fitted as if she had been measured for it.  This shopping took up all the morning, and in the afternoon the man took her a small trunk containing two dresses, chemises, petticoats, handkerchiefs, stockings, gloves, caps, a pair of slippers, a fan, a work-bag, and a mantle.  I was pleased at giving her such a delightful surprise, and I longed for suppertime that I might enjoy the sight of her pleasure.

The Knight of Malta came to dine with me without ceremony, and I was charmed to see him.  After we had dined he persuaded me to go to the theatre, as in consequence of the suspense of the subscription arrangements the boxes would be filled with all the quality in Marseilles.

“There will be no loose women in the amphitheatre,” said he, “as everybody has to pay.”

That decided me and I went.  He presented me to a lady with an excellent connection, who asked me to come and see her.  I excused myself on the plea that I was leaving so shortly.  Nevertheless she was very useful to me on my second visit to Marseilles.  Her name was Madame Audibert.

I did not wait for the play to end, but went where love called me.  I had a delightful surprise when I saw Rosalie; I should not have known her.  But I cannot resist the pleasure of recalling her picture as she stood before me then, despite the years that have rolled by since that happy moment.

Rosalie was an enticing-looking brunette, above the middle height.  Her face was a perfect oval, and exquisitely proportioned.  Two fine black eyes shed a soft and ravishing light around.  Her eyebrows were arched, and she had a wealth of hair, black and shining as ebony; her skin was while and lightly tinged with colour.  On her chin was a dimple, and her slightest smile summoned into being two other dimples, one on each cheek.  Her mouth was small, disclosing two rows of fairest orient pearls, and from her red lips flowed forth an indefinable sweetness.  The lower lip projected ever so lightly, and seemed designed to hold a kiss.  I have spoken of her arms, her breast, and her figure, which left nothing to be desired, but I must add to this catalogue of her charms, that her hand was exquisitely shaped, and that her foot was the smallest I have ever seen.  As to her other beauties, I will content myself with saying that they were in harmony with those I have described.

To see her at her best, one had to see her smiling; and hitherto she had been sad or vexed—­states of mind which detract from a woman’s appearance.  But now sadness was gone, and gratitude and pleasure had taken its place.  I examined her closely, and felt proud, as I saw what a transformation I had effected; but I concealed my surprise, lest she should think I had formed an unfavourable impression of her.  I proceeded, therefore, to tell her that I should expose myself to ridicule if I attempted to keep a beauty like herself for a servant.