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We shall hear of them again in due course. My dear Baret having made me waste a score of louis, which her poor husband would have regretted much more than myself, we got into the carriage again, and I took her to the church door from which we had started.
Honore and the Rue des Prouveres, and I hope that you will deal with us, as we would serve you with the best." "I shall certainly do so nay, I will be your first customer, if I have to wait at the door." "You are kind! M. Baret," said she to her husband, who was standing close by, "this gentleman promises to be our first customer."
She was puzzled, and looked the picture of bewilderment. I whispered in her ear, "Gilbert Baret, Rue des Prouveres," and certain other facts which could only be known to herself and a fortunate lover. She saw I knew her inmost secrets, and drawing me away she begged me to tell her who I was.
She thanked me again for my kindness, and said that the beautiful dress I had supplied had won her many compliments. "All the same," I said, "I know you are longing to take it off. I know what love is and how impatient it makes one." "It's very funny that everyone persists in thinking that I am in love, though I saw M. Baret for the first time only a week ago.
"I can let you have a cheaper pair and almost as fine," said the shopwoman, but the young lady said she did not; care about it, and was getting ready to go, making a profound reverence to my princess Baret. She, no doubt flattered by this sign of respect went up to her, called her little queen, told her she was as fair as a May morning, and asked the old woman her name,
X. C. V. Goes With Her Mother to Brussels and From Thence to Venice, Where She Becomes a Great Lady My Work-girls Madame Baret I Am Robbed, Put in Prison, and Set at Liberty Again I Go to Holland Helvetius' "Esprit" Piccolomini The day after my interview with M. de Sartine I waited on Madame du Rumain at an early hour.
The charming Baret spent a week with me, and each day we renewed the combat in which we were always conquerors and always conquered. I have seen few women as pretty and seductive, and none whose skin was more exquisitely soft and fair. Her breath was aromatic, and this made her kisses most sweet. Her neck was exquisitely shaped, and the two globes, tipped with coral, were as hard as marble.
Must not anxiety for her bring him hither, if he learned how near her house the fire was burning? Whenever a helmet or knight's baret appeared above the crowd she thought that he was coming. Once she believed that she had certainly recognised him, for a tall young man of knightly bearing appeared, not mounted, but on foot, and stopped opposite to the Ortlieb house. That must be he!
At eleven o'clock my room was full of people. Poor Baret had come weeping, and offering me all his shop held. I was touched by the worthy man's kindness. At last I was told that a lady in a coach wanted to see me. I waited, but nobody came. In my impatience I called the turnkey, who told me that, after questioning the clerk of the prison, she had gone away again.
I recollected the circumstance, and the reader will remember that I was with Madame Baret, the fair stocking-seller. "Now I remember you," said I; "but I do not recognize your aunt." "This is the sister of the one you saw, but if you will take tea with us you will see her." "Where do you live?" "In Denmark Street, Soho." The Charpillon Dreadful Consequences of My Acquaintance With Her
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