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Don't you feel a pleasant tickling there, Helen, after what the gentleman has been saying to us?" "Yes, I feel it, but I often do, without anything to excite me." "And then," said I, "nature makes you appease it . . . thus?" "Not at all." "Oh, yes!" said Hedvig.
Three or four days after, Helen told me briefly that Hedvig was to sleep with her that night, and that she would leave the door open at the same time as before. "I will be there." "And I will be there to shut you up, but you cannot have a light as the servant might see it." I was exact to the time, and when ten o'clock struck they came to fetch me in high glee.
They got up to admire it, and taking a hand of each one I procured them some enjoyment, but in the middle of their labours an abundant flow of liquid threw them into the greatest astonishment. "That," said I, "is the Word which makes men." "It's beautiful!" cried Helen, laughing at the term "word." "I have a word too," said Hedvig, "and I will shew it to you if you will wait a minute."
The day following I went to the pastor's and found a numerous party assembled, amongst others M. d'Harcourt and M. de Ximenes, who told me that M. de Voltaire knew that I was at Geneva and hoped to see me. I replied by a profound bow. Mdlle. Hedvig, the pastor's niece, complimented me, but I was still better pleased to see her cousin Helen.
"Do you class the generative power as a weakness?" "No." "Will you tell me, then, of what nature would have been the offspring of a union between a god and a mortal woman?" Hedvig looked as red as fire. The pastor and the other guests looked at each other, while I gazed fixedly at the young theologian, who was reflecting.
We were twenty of us at table, and the feast was given chiefly in honour of the learned theologian and myself, as a rich foreigner who spent money freely. M. de Ximenes, who had just arrived from Ferney was there, and told me that M. de Voltaire was expecting me, but I had foolishly determined not to go. Hedvig shone in solving the questions put to her by the company.
"Bring a Bible, and let me see." "Hedvig, my dear Hedvig, you are right after all. Here it is. The prohibition was given before woman was made." Everybody applauded, but Hedvig remained quite calm; it was only the two scholars and Madame Tronchin who still seemed disturbed. Another lady then asked her if it was allowable to believe the history of the apple to be symbolical. She replied,
Hedvig blushed and parted with the last shred of her modesty, citing the opinion of St. Clement Alexandrinus that the seat of shame is in the shirt. I praised the charming perfection of her shape, in the hope of encouraging Helen, who was slowly undressing herself; but an accusation of mock modesty from her cousin had more effect than all my praises.
"Divine Hedvig," I answered, "if I had not loved you madly I would not have stayed a quarter of an hour in that dismal cell, but I am ready to spend four hours there every day till I leave Geneva for your sake. But we must not lose any time; let us go to bed." "Do you two go to bed," said Helen; "I will sleep on the sofa."
At last, when I had drawn on their shoes and stockings, I told them that I was delighted to have seen the hidden charms of the two prettiest girls in Geneva. "What effect had it on you?" asked Hedvig. "I daren't tell you to look, but feel, both of you." "Do you bathe, too." "It's out of the question, a man's undressing takes so much trouble."
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