she reads these pages who
it was.

After what Hannah had told me I could not help taking a great deal of
notice of this lady, and began to lust for her, and of course took to
talking to her about Sarah. She was nothing loth, and asked me curious,
and at last down right indecent questions about her, but not in smutty
language. Hannah when there used to laugh at the questions and my
replies; they made my cock stand, which perhaps was what Louisa
intended, or it may only have been curiosity without any hidden
intention.

I imagine that the erotic incident in the parlour had been told to a
good many gay ladies; it certainly had to Louisa Fisher, for one night
after that I had been to enquire if Hannah had heard again from Sarah,
and Hannah had mentioned Louisa, the following occurred. I had dined
early, it was about half-past six, Louisa Fisher was there. "Stand us
a glass of wine," said she. "Do," said Hannah. "Do," said another
lady. "Have you had dinner Mrs. Fisher?" said I. "No, my friend's not
been,--I'm hungry, and Hannah is just going to cook me a chop." I myself
fetched a bottle of sherry, the chop came, Louisa ate it, and drank
sherry; then I sent for brandy, we drank it mixed with water, and Hannah
took some neat. I had began about Sarah as I always did. "Well she was
a beautiful model," said Hannah, "but Mrs. X... i's leg was better to my
mind." "Look how he's blushing," said Louisa. "Why should I blush?" They
both laughed. "Oh! oh! oh! don't I know what you did when you saw her
legs." I was then that odd mixture of baudiness and modesty, that I was
just as likely to be bold as to be shame-faced, when a woman spoke to me
about anything carnal; and now was confused and half-ashamed. "Lord
how he's blushing," said Hannah, and she left the room to look after
business, she usually put her head out when the street-door opened, if a
servant was not in the way on the ground-floor.

Louisa laughed. "I know all bout it," said she, "she was a fine woman."
After I had got over the stupid bashfulness which I had for the moment,
I went (as usual with me) to the extreme of baudy boldness. "Yes," said
I laughing, "I wish it had been spilt in her cunt, instead of on the
carpet." "Oh! for shame," said Louisa, "well it was waste, was it
not,--it might have made two people happy,--did you really spend without
frigging it?" "Yes I did."

I got close to Louisa on the sofa to speak with her about the event, to
hear from her lips