"I am delighted to hear it, but keep it to yourself." "Of course, of course." "My wife," said he, "will be very pleased to see you; and I," he added, "shall be very pleased as well." "You are a philosophical husband," said I, "but I am afraid after the exercises you witnessed the countess will find me rather slow." "Not at all, the recollection will make it all the pleasanter for you." "Mentally perhaps, but in other respects . . ." "Oh! you will manage to get out of it." "My carriage is at your service, as I shall not be going out for the rest of the day." I softly entered the countess's room and finding her in bed enquired affectionately after her health. "I am very well," said she, smiling agreeably, "my husband has done me good." I had seated myself quietly on the bed, and she had shewn no vexation; certainly a good omen. "Aren't you going out any more to-day?" said she, "you have got your dressing-gown on." "I fell asleep lying on my bed, and when I awoke I decided on keeping you company if you will be as good and gentle as you are pretty." "If you behave well to me, you will always find me so. "And will you love me?" "That depends on you. So you are going to sacrifice Canano to me this evening." "Yes, and with the greatest pleasure. He has won a lot from me already, and I foresee that he will win the fifteen thousand francs I have in my pocket to-morrow. This is the money the Marquis Triulzi gave me for the dress." "It would be a pity to lose such a large sum." "You are right, and I need not lose them if you will be complaisant, for they are meant for you. Allow me to shut the door." "What for?" "Because I am perishing with cold and desire, and intend warming myself in your bed." "I will never allow that." "I don't want to force you. Good-bye, countess, I will go and warm myself by my own fire, and to-morrow I will wage war on Canano's bank." "You are certainly a sad dog. Stay here, I like your conversation." Without more ado I locked the door, took off my clothes, and seeing that her back was turned to me, jumped into bed beside her. She had made up her mind, and let me do as I liked, but my combats with Zenobia had exhausted me. With closed eyes she let me place her in all the postures which lubricity could suggest, while her hands were not idle; but all was in vain, my torpor was complete, and nothing would give life to the instrument which was necessary to the operation.