will be mentioned.

Our house had on the ground-floor a dining-room, a drawing-room, and
a small room called the garden parlor, with steps leading into a large
garden. On the first floor my mother's bed-room and two others; above
were the servants' room, mine, and another much used as a lumber-room;
the kitchens were in the basement, beside them a long covered way led
to a servants' privy, and close to it a flight of stairs leading up into
the garden; at the top of the stairs was a garden-door leading into
the fore-court, on to which opened the street-door of the house. This
description of plan is needful to understand what follows.

I was about sixteen years old, tall, with slight whiskers and moustache,
altogether manly and looking seventeen or eighteen, yet my mother
thought me a mere child, and most innocent; she told our friends so.
I had developed without her having noticed it, love of women, and the
intensest desire to understand the secrets of their nature had taken
possession of me; the incessant talk of fucking with which the youths I
knew beguiled their leisure, the stories they told of having seen their
servants, or other girls half, or quite naked, the tricks by which they
managed this, the dodges they were up to, inflamed me, sharpened
my instinctive acuteness in such matters, and set me seeking every
opportunity to know women naked, and sexually. Frigging was now hateful
to me; I had never done so more than the times related, that is as far
as I now can recollect, frightened as said, by my godfather telling
me, that it sent men mad, and made them hateful to women. So although
boiling with sensuality, I was still all but a virgin, and actually so
in fucking.

A housemaid arrived just as I came home from college, the cook stood
at the door, she was a lovely woman about twenty-five or six years old,
fresh as a daisy, her name was Mary. The housemaid was in a cart, driven
by her father, a small market gardener living a few miles from us. I saw
a fresh, comely girl about seventeen years old in the fore-court, turned
round to look, she was getting down, the horse moved, she hesitated.
"Get down," said her father angrily. Down she stepped, her clothes
caught on the edge of the cart, or step, or somehow; and I saw rapidly
appear white stockings, garters, thighs, and a patch of dark hair
between them by her belly; it was instantaneous, and down the clothes
came, hiding all. I stood fascinated, knowing I had seen