ustrations.--Drugged for inspection.--Camille's
hesitation.--Absents herself.--The house in G..d.n Sq..e.--
Baudy prints.--A feel, a sniff and a kiss.--Out shopping.--
Garters.--Dinner and after.

I went to work to get into Louise, having no compunctions, it seemed to
me the most natural thing in the world. I had read about the naughtiness
of seduction, but my associates had taught me, that every girl wanted
fucking, and was longing secretly for it, high, or low, rich or poor, it
was the same. As to servants, and women of the humbler class, that they
all took cock on the quiet, and were proud of having a gentleman to
cover them. Such was the opinion of men in my class of life and of my
age. My experience with my mother's servants corroborated it; and so to
get into Louise seemed both natural and proper.

I suppose there is but one way ordinarily of beginning with a woman.
A man must first make himself agreeable, then successively familiar,
endearing, coaxing, loose, bold, baudy, determined, then if needs be
fierce, or even violent. This order comes naturally to man cunt-hunting,
and ends in fucking. It does not follow that if the early stages pass
easily, that the last shall ensure success. Occasionally the woman is
scared, put on her guard against herself, and the man, and the chance is
lost.

This course had become familiar to me at home, and I began. No person in
the house except Camille and Madame Boileau spoke French; there was no
other to speak at all, so my conversation was acceptable. At the end of
a week I had kissed her to her contentment. No strong, healthy woman of
eighteen is otherwise than gratified by the kisses of a young man. Money
I knew now told much, and I gave to her who had never perhaps had five
shillings to call her own. She gave me a kiss in the dark passage, I
hugged her and pushed outside at her cunt, she ran upstairs angry, but
had forgot it the next day.

Looking at her and longing used to make me randy, then if near,
Camille's cunt got the benefit of it. The girl used to eye us when we
went into the bed-room. She had a quarrel with her mistress, and said
she should go home. Camille said she might; but speaking only French,
and without money, how could she? Just then, through change of climate
and living, she fell ill.

We were very kind to her. I got her everything. When asleep one day,
Camille partly uncovered her, and showed me her limbs naked; they were
so fine, and