In the evening we conducted her to her apartments.  As we conversed together, I perceived a couple of pistols upon her toilette.  “Ah!  Ah!” said I, taking one of them up, “this is a patchbox of a new construction:  may I ask what is its use?  I know you have other arms which give more fire than those upon your table.”  After a few pleasantries of the same kind, she said to us, with an ingenuousness which rendered her still more charming, “When I am complaisant to persons whom I do not love, I make them pay for the weariness they cause me; nothing can be more just; but if I suffer their caresses, I will not bear their insults; nor miss the first who shall be wanting to me in respect.”

At taking leave of her, I made another appointment for the next day.  I did not make her wait.  I found her in ‘vestito di conidenza’, in an undress more than wanton, unknown to northern countries, and which I will not amuse myself in describing, although I recollect it perfectly well.  I shall only remark that her ruffles and collar were edged with silk network ornamented with rose—­colored pompons.  This, in my eyes, much enlivened a beautiful complexion.  I afterwards found it to be the mode at Venice, and the effect is so charming that I am surprised it has never been introduced in France.  I had no idea of the transports which awaited me.  I have spoken of Madam de Larnage with the transport which the remembrance of her still sometimes gives me; but how old, ugly and cold she appeared, compared with my Zulietta!  Do not attempt to form to yourself an idea of the charms and graces of this enchanting girl, you will be far too short of truth.  Young virgins in cloisters are not so fresh:  the beauties of the seraglio are less animated:  the houris of paradise less engaging.  Never was so sweet an enjoyment offered to the heart and senses of a mortal.  Ah! had I at least been capable of fully tasting of it for a single moment!  I had tasted of it, but without a charm.  I enfeebled all its delights:  I destroyed them as at will.  No; Nature has not made me capable of enjoyment.  She has infused into my wretched head the poison of that ineffable happiness, the desire of which she first placed in my heart.

If there be a circumstance in my life, which describes my nature, it is that which I am going to relate.  The forcible manner in which I at this moment recollect the object of my book, will here make me hold in contempt the false delicacy which would prevent me from fulfilling it.  Whoever you may be who are desirous of knowing a man, have the courage to read the two or three following pages, and you will become fully acquainted with J. J. Rousseau.

I entered the chamber of a woman of easy virtue, as the sanctuary of love and beauty:  and in her person, I thought I saw the divinity.  I should have been inclined to think that without respect and esteem it was impossible to feel anything like that which she made me experience.  Scarcely had I, in her first familiarities, discovered the force of her charms and caresses, before I wished, for fear of losing the fruit of them, to gather it beforehand.  Suddenly, instead of the flame which consumed me, I felt a mortal cold run through all my veins; my legs failed me; and ready to faint away, I sat down and wept like a child.