ooking out of the window with the girl, put her hands
over the girl's petticoats and lifted them slightly. Louise took no heed
of this being so engrossed with Punch; I dropped on my knees and saw
half-way up the girl's thighs. I had been chaste for a few weeks, or
nearly so, the sight of Camille had fired me, the thighs finished me; I
shoved my hands up Camille's petticoats on to her arse, got her into
her bed-room, and with her clothes in a lump on her belly, drove up my
prick, spending directly I got up her cunt.

With half my spendings outside, half inside I lay with throbbing prick,
which only came out when it had spent again. Camille vowed she had not
had a man for weeks, and took it out of me, perhaps fearing if I went
away with stiffening left, some other cunt would take it out. The
ballocking over I went home.

I was early there the next day; Louise had been installed in the little
room leading out of the sitting-room. Camille told me a great deal about
the distance she had gone, and the trouble and expense she had been put
to in getting the girl's relatives to let her come; she hoped I would
pay the additional expenses; and that I did at a cost of about twenty
pounds. What with that and paying for her journey, and for lodgings
while absent, Louise had cost me nearly ninety pounds already. Then I
undertook to pay for the additional room, in which a bed having been
put, an extra was charged; cooking now being done downstairs. Then
Louise must have a new gown; then Camille thought I ought to give her
something for herself, because whilst away for me she had made no money.
That I refused and blazed up about it; for all that agreed to pay for a
new silk dress for her, and a lot of little odds and ends on the second
day of Camille's return, for all of which outlays I had only had a peep
up the girl's petticoats.

Then I had a talk about her. The girl was the daughter of a small
grape-grower, a friend of Camille's; they thought Camille was in London
as a dressmaker, making a lot of money, because she sent money home to
her father. Camille offered to take her, saying she would be sure to get
on, if not in one way, then in another; that good-looking girls always
did well in London. The girl was mad to come, and persuaded her parents
to let her do so; believing that Camille got her living honestly; she
was to be her servant until she could be put in the way of doing well.

"What are you going to tell her now? what are