“Well,” said I to Tiretta, “I find you have got a place.  Tell me all about it”

“My dear fellow, I have sold myself for a year.  My pay is to be twenty-five louis a month, a good table, good lodging, etc., etc.”

“I congratulate you.”

“Do you think it is worth the trouble?”

“There’s no rose without a thorn.  She told me you were something more than mortal.”

“I worked hard all night to prove it to her; but I am quite sure your time was better employed than mine.”

“I slept like a king.  Dress yourself, as I am coming to dinner, and I want to see you set out for Villette.  I shall come and see you there now and then, as your sweetheart has told me that a room shall be set apart for my convenience.”

We arrived at two o’clock.  Madame dressed in a girlish style presented a singular appearance, but Mdlle. de la Meure’s beauty shone like a star.  Love and pleasure had given her a new life, a new being.  We had a capital dinner, as the good lady had made the repast dainty like herself; but in the dishes there was nothing absurd, while her whole appearance was comic in the highest degree.  At four they all set out, and I spent my evening at the Italian comedy.

I was in love with Mdlle. de la Meure, but Silvia’s daughter, whose company at supper was all I had of her, weakened a love which now left nothing more to desire.

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.