being a man now I ought not to sleep on the servants' floor. "As you
please,--it's one flight of stairs less for me, but Mrs. ------ is a
fool," I cried. "And which room?" "Your sister's. Annie will always be
with her aunt adopted, and Jane is only at home in the holidays." But I
would not be pushed into a small room; where was my tub to stand? Where
my books? I must have the spare room. There was much altercation, I made
my mother cry by saying that when of age I would get chambers away from
her, and into the spare room I moved.

It was next to my mother's. Installed there I did nothing but complain
of its inconvenience. I smoked incessantly in it. The smell got into
mother's bedroom, and she could not bear tobacco smoke. I made a noise
when she was in bed,--that annoyed her. I did all in a quiet way to make
her as uncomfortable as possible. An uncle and aunt who stopped with
us when in town, just then came from the country; and not liking my
sister's room, went to an hotel, which wounded mother considerably, so
she said I had better go upstairs again. I refused point blank; being
down there I would remain, and so managed, that she thought I went back
as a favour to her, and much against my will; but was I not glad!--and
got to my spying immediately.

Within a month I had seen them both stark naked, for being sisters they
had not hesitated to strip. I had seen the cook piddle, wash her cunt,
and put on her napkin. Susan's bed was not on the right side for me, but
nevertheless I saw enough of her to compare her with her sister. Sarah
was demure in manner, stout, with a splendid bum, and with little hair
of a lightish brown at the bottom of her belly; she wore black stockings
of which I then had a horror. Susan had a wicked, merry face, and a
splendid bunch of dark hair on her motte which attracted me largely.
It struck me that I should have a better chance with her than with her
sister, and began making approaches; when one Saturday night seeing
Sarah wash herself from head to foot, I got such glimpses of her round
fine haunches, and the split between them, that I fell into a fit of
randy adoration, which settled the direction of my attentions to her
instead of Susan.

I feared to go on with either, because they were sisters, but lust got
the better of my fears. I began kissing cook Sarah; who returned it
saying, she would not have her sister know it on any account. Shortly
after I kissed Susan, who made nearly the sa