to satisfy three of
the finest women in the world, whose delicious power of fucking was
never surpassed and rarely equalled.

Oh! we had such a delicious night. As to the women, their amorous
gamahuching of each other was ever renewed, and was most exciting to
see.

After breakfast that morning they stopped to see us off, and threw old
slippers after us for luck.

We posted down to aunt's for a day and a night on our way to the
continent.

They were, of course, delighted with my marriage as bringing great
wealth into the family, indeed, my darling presented aunt with a cheque
for L1000.

Mrs. Dale and Ellen came over, and we had another delicious night's
orgy, in which all exerted themselves to the utmost.

We parted from dear aunt and uncle, Mrs. Dale and Ellen, after
luncheon, and posted down to Dover; slept at Birmingham's Hotel, where
we had our real first night's fucking all to ourselves, enjoyed it in
moderation but in every endearment that two lovers could devise.

We crossed to Calais next day.

The sea was smooth at first, but we found it after passing the Foreland
very rough. My dear wife suffered severely; fortunately I myself never
felt better, and was thus able to devote every attention to the dear
sufferer. It left her even after we landed with nausea and a severe
headache, so that night at Devaux's Hotel we slept each in one of the
separate beds in the same room, as is usual in French hotels, and
indeed in continental hotels in general.

My darling wife was far from feeling well next morning, but fancied
that posting on to Abbeville would rather tend to recovery than
otherwise. We accomplished this easily between breakfast and dinner,
found a very comfortable hotel with very fair cooking and excellent
wines. My wife enjoyed her dinner, and felt something like herself
after it. We slept together by bringing the two beds side by side, but
only took a single fuck before sleeping, and next morning a double one.

We spent the day at Abbeville, wandering through its quaint streets and
seeing its fine unfinished cathedral. The following day we posted to
Amiens, visiting its very beautiful cathedral, posted the following day
to Beauvais, again slept, passed next day there, and on the following
day posted up to Paris, and drove to Meurice's Hotel in the rue de
Rivoli.

We had previously written for a set of rooms _au premier_, overlooking
the Tuileries Gardens, with orders to have dinner ready at a