she was out, and it did not suit me to be waiting for a girl who was
burning to let me have her, and also because Louise was in a funk when
I was with her in the house, and Camille was out. I was convinced they
were sisters, and had a glimmering, that Camille would not like Louise
to know she had been got for me by her; yet I thought that it must be
found out.

As Camille walked away Louise began to cry, I could not get a word from
her; we walked up and down A... street, she was frightened to go home,
we went back to the baudy house, and there we slept. The next day we
stopped there, and I went home with her,--Camille was within.

"So you have been to a baudy house?" said she, "so you have been fucked,
fucked by my friend; you are a nice one to speak ill of other people."
"I am not a whore," said Louise taking cheek. "Ain't you?" said Camille,
"I don't know that." "Say I am a whore, and I'll hit you," said Louise
going up to her. "Have it out by yourselves, I am not going to stop for
a row," said I, "Camille be good to the girl." "If I had not brought her
from France she would not be what she is." What was I going to do with
her? "Nothing." "Then the sooner Louise went out the better."

Louise sat down, and began silently crying. I hate to see a woman cry,
and always had one remedy,--could champagne be fetched? Mother Boileau
condescended to fetch some. We drank, I got communicative, and began to
tell Camille. She cut me short, wanted to know nothing, we had been in
a baudy house together, it was enough. What was I going to do? the girl
would no longer work, and she was going into other lodgings, I might
take hers for Louise if I liked.

It gradually shaped itself to this: I was to take the lodgings, Camille
to stay rent free, a servant to be got, but one particular friend only
was ever to visit Camille there; Louise took Camille's bed-room, Camille
Louise's, I had in fact the pleasure of keeping both. The next night I
slept with Louise in Camille's bed, slept there several times, and
one morning Camille said, "You have got the girl with child, I quite
expected it."

This annoyed me. I had been getting tired for some time, did not like
the girl, who became so jealous of Camille, wanted so much admiration,
that she quite fatigued me. She wanted to walk in the streets to be
admired. I had given her more clothes, she got careless, wanted to go
to theatres, and I took her. The Argyle was just opened, and I took
her the