Mademoiselle de Maupin, v2 . those reiteratedcaresses, the touch of that lovely body, those sweetnames drowned in kisses, excited me to the last degree—although they proceeded from a woman;—and thenthat nocturnal visit, that romantic passion, the moon-light, all had for me the refreshing charm of novelty,and made me forget that, after all, I was not a man. However, making a great effort to control myself, Itold Rosette that she was compromising herself terriblyby coming to my room at such an hour and remainingthere so long, that her women might notice her absenceand see that she had not passed
Mademoiselle de Maupin, v2 . those reiteratedcaresses, the touch of that lovely body, those sweetnames drowned in kisses, excited me to the last degree—although they proceeded from a woman;—and thenthat nocturnal visit, that romantic passion, the moon-light, all had for me the refreshing charm of novelty,and made me forget that, after all, I was not a man. However, making a great effort to control myself, Itold Rosette that she was compromising herself terriblyby coming to my room at such an hour and remainingthere so long, that her women might notice her absenceand see that she had not passed the night in her own room. adapter XFfcT Rosette made a superhuman effort to throw herselfbetween our swords, for both combatants were equallydear to her; but her strength failed her and she fellunconscious across the foot of the bed. Our blades struck fire, and made a noise like ahammer striking an anvil, for the small space we hadat our disposals compelled us to fight at very closequarters. {U^At^ km-/- <&.M». MADEMOISELLE DE MAUP1N 241 I said this in such a mild tone that Rosettes onlyreply was to let her peignoir and slippers fall to thefloor and glide into my bed like a snake into a bowlof milk; for she fancied that my clothes alone pre-vented me from coming to more definite demonstra-tions, and that they were the only obstacle that heldme back. She believed, poor child, that the happy hour, solaboriously led up to, was about to strike for her; butthe clock struck two instead.—I was in a most criticalposition, when suddenly the door turned on its hingesand gave passage to the Chevalier Alcibiades in person;he held a candlestick in one hand and his sword in theother. He went straight to the bed and threw back theclothes, and, putting the light under poor, speechlessRosettes nose, said to her in a bantering tone:—Good-morning, sister. Little Rosette had not thestrength to say a word in reply. So it seems, my very dear and most virtuous sister,that, having consid
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