Being obliged, on my way to my lodging, to pass the house of my fair
widow, I could not refuse myself the pleasure of gazing on it for some
time, and I fancied that I perceived a man at the door. I imagined at
first that this must be Don Lucio, knowing that he was in the habit of
stationing himself near that spot every night, and this thought was
accompanied by an emotion mingled with fear and jealousy. Recollecting,
however, that he was in prison, I reflected that it could not be him; I
grew confident, and, incited by jealousy, advanced towards the object
that created it, and who, apparently, more afraid than myself,
disappeared at my approach. Having reached the door, I heard the
deafened creakings of a bolt, whence I concluded that some one was
opening it as quietly as possible. I was not mistaken in my conjecture,
for in a moment after, the door was half opened, so as to admit a man.
Curiosity to know the bottom of this affair, in which I believed myself
to be more interested than I really was, prompted me to slip in as
quietly as possible. I immediately felt a hand held out to conduct me,
for there was not a glimpse of light in the passage. I thought from the
first, that the person mistook me, and could no longer doubt it, when
being led into a back parlour, I was rather roughly regaled with a most
fervent embrace, seasoned with the fragrant and delightful smell of
pepper, garlic and saffron, which convinced me that this transported
lover, who was so profuse of her favours, could be no other than the
cook. In the midst of her transports, however, she began to suspect,
from touching my clothes and face, that I could not be the favoured
swain whom she expected; and at length being convinced of her mistake,
she suddenly let go her hold of me, and thought to escape; but I held
her fast by the petticoat. She exerted all her strength to disengage
herself, and I was as determined to detain her, until at length we both
fell down with a tremendous crash. This noise awoke two footmen, who lay
in an adjoining closet. They jumped instantly out of bed, thinking they
heard thieves, and each arming himself with a sword, crept softly with a
lamp into the parlour, where they found us stretched at our length on
the floor.
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