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it were not familiar to them, and now, for the first time since I have
been at Paris, I saw women at a loss to support a rational
conversation. To find an easy topic, they brought up at length their
family affairs, and as I knew none of them, I had little share in the
conversation. Never before did I hear so much talk of the colonel, and
the colonel; which not a little surprized me, in a country where it is
the custom to distinguish people rather by their names than by their
profession, and in which almost every man of rank in the army has
besides some other title of distinction.
This affectation of dignity soon gave way to a behaviour more natural
to them: they began to talk low, and, running insensibly into an air
of indecent familiarity, they laughed and whispered every time they
looked at me; while the lady of the house asked me the situation of my
heart, with a certain boldness of manner, not at all adapted to make a
conquest of it. The table was spread, and that freedom which seems to
make no distinction of persons, but generally puts every one without
design in the proper place, fully convinced me what sort of company I
was in. But it was too late to recede: putting my confidence therefore
in my aversion, I determined to apply that evening to observation, and
to employ in the study of that order of women, the only opportunity I
might ever have. Little, however, was the fruit of my attention: I
found them so insensible to their present situation, so void of
apprehensions for the future, and, excepting the tricks of their
profession, so stupid in all respects, that the contempt into which
they sunk in my opinion, soon effaced the pity I first entertained for
them. In speaking even of pleasure itself, I saw they were incapable
of feeling it. They appeared rapacious after every thing that could
gratify their avarice; and, excepting what regarded their interest, I
heard not a word drop from their lips that came from the heart. I was
astonished to think how men, not abandoned like themselves, could
support so disgustful a society. It were, in my opinion, the most
cruel punishment that could be inflicted, to oblige them to keep such
company.