ng a pair of garters, two small showy
neckerchiefs, and _Fanny Hill_ with me, I knocked at the door. "Oh!
you!" said she colouring up. "Yes,--is everything right?" "Yes! all
right, what should be the matter sir?" She stood at the street-door
holding it open, though I had entered the hall. I turned, closed the
door, and caught hold of her.

"Now none of that pray sir, you insulted me enough last time." "I could
not help it, you're so lovely, it's your fault,--forgive me, and I won't
do so any more,--here is a sovereign, take it, kiss me, and make it
up." "I don't want your money," said she sulkily. "Take it, I give it
with real pleasure,--what I had the other day was worth double."

"I won't be paid for your rudeness, if that's what you mean." "Lord my
dear I've no occasion to pay for that, I took it without pay,--I wish I
could get what I told you yesterday,--I'd give ten times the sum." "You
are going on again." "Don't be foolish,--take it, buy a pair of silk
stockings." "Your plump legs would look so nice in them,"--and I forced
her to put the money into her pocket.

Then I got her to the parlour, to sit down, to allow me to kiss her,
and then to talk about me and my "Missus," as she called her, a subject
which seemed to excite her, for she began asking me question after
question, and listened to all I said with breathless attention about my
daily habits, rows, and fast doings. Once I stopped at some question.
"I won't tell you that." "Oh! do,--do." "No it's curious." "Do,--do." It
was about a pretty servant-girl whom I had noticed in my house. "It will
offend you if I do." "No it won't." "Well give me a kiss then."

She kissed me. She had stood up a moment, now she sat down again by me
on the sofa. I went on with my story, every now and then I stopped till
she kissed me, it came to a kiss every minute, as I sat with my arm
round her waist, talking.

Said I, "It was a servant whom my wife turned out at a day's notice,--a
pretty girl,--I had taken to kissing her, and then I nudged her
somewhere you know. One night when she opened the door, I saw by the
light that my wife was in our bed-room. 'Is your Mistress upstairs?'
'Yes sir.' 'And the cook?' 'Yes.' Then I closed with her. 'Don't sir,
Missus will hear.' I hugged her closer, shoved her up against the wall,
got my hand on to her cunt, felt her, and gave her half-a-sovereign. How
delicious it was to get the fingers on to the wet nick of that pretty
girl, and say,