I found that my housekeeper had gone to bed, and I was glad of it, for the presence of my fair one had excited my passions to such an extent that my reason might have failed to keep me within the bounds of respect.  Next morning she found me sad, and rallied me in such a way that I soon recovered my spirits.  While we were taking our chocolate the lame creature’s maid brought me a note, and I sent her away, telling her that I would send the answer by my own servant.  This curious letter ran as follows: 

“The ambassador has asked me to his ball on Sunday.  I answered that I was not well, but if I found myself better in the evening I would come.  I think that as I am staying in your house I ought to be introduced by you or stay away altogether.  So if you do not wish to oblige me by taking me, I must beg of you to tell the ambassador that I am ill.  Pardon me if I have taken the liberty of infringing our agreement in this peculiar instance, but it is a question of keeping up some sort of appearance in public.”

“Not so,” I cried, mad with rage; and taking my pen I wrote thus: 

“I think your idea is a beautiful one, madam.  You will have to be ill, as I mean to keep to the conditions you made yourself, and to enjoy full liberty in all things, and I shall therefore deny myself the honour of taking you to the ball which the ambassador is to give in my hall.”

I read her insolent letter and my reply to my housekeeper, who thought the answer just what she deserved.  I then sent it to her.

I passed the next two days quietly and agreeably without going out or seeing any visitors, but the society of Madame Dubois was all-sufficient for me.  Early on Sunday morning the ambassador’s people came to make the necessary preparations for the ball and supper.  Lebel came to pay me his respects while I was at table.  I made him sit down, while I thanked him for procuring me a housekeeper who was all perfection.

Lebel was a fine man, middle-aged, witty, and an excellent steward, though perfectly honest.

“Which of you two,” said he to me, “is the most taken in?”

“We are equally pleased with each other,” answered my charming housekeeper.

To my great delight the first pair to appear were M.——­ and Madame.  She was extremely polite to Madame Dubois, and did not shew the slightest astonishment when I introduced her as my housekeeper.  She told me that I must take her to see her lame friend, and to my great disgust I had to go.  We were received with a show of great friendship, and she went out with us into the garden, taking M.——­’s arm, while his wife leant amorously on mine.

When we had made a few turns of the garden, Madame begged me to take her to her nurse.  As her husband was close by, I said,—­

“Who is your nurse?”

“Your door-keeper’s wife,” said her husband, “we will wait for you in this lady’s apartment.”

“Tell me, sweetheart,” said she on the way, “does not your pretty housekeeper sleep with you?”