th the Reverend when his wife
returned, she looked worn out. Soon afterwards in came Fred, who looked
as if he had been out all night. Said he to Mrs. Maria in a surprised
manner, "Have you only just returned?" "Yes," said she in an innocent
way. "We have both come by the same train then without knowing it," he
replied.

I don't know what thoughts led to it, but the conviction came over me
that he had seen Maria's thighs closer than he did through the cracks in
the bath-room partition. I noticed his manner next morning, saw him look
at her, and she at him at breakfast, and said to myself, "He has fucked
her."

Next day we had shooting. At night Fred went to town. Next day Mrs.
Maria went, and came home late, Fred not returning till the following
morning. Mrs. Maria looked so tired that her husband noticed it. "She
has had her belly-full again," I said to myself. As she took her bath
next morning (Fred not with me), she rubbed herself dry, put on her
chemise, and felt her cunt; it was a prolonged feel. I told Fred of
that. His remarks were evidently intended to mislead me.

We wanted to see the Saturday night bathing, though my aunt wanted to
return home; but as we had shooting on Saturday, she consented to remain
over Sunday. My cousins again dined with us at the Reverend's, and two
of my cousins' special friends. What pleasure I had in looking at them,
knowing the looks of their backs and bellies as well as their faces,
wondering what they thought of the baudy pictures, at the way in which
women continue to look so modest, talk softly, look in a man's face, and
keep a demure demeanor, even if lust be stinging their cunts. It is the
training in hypocrisy, which is so large a part of female education.

On Friday Fred sprained his leg, on the Saturday it was too stiff to go
out shooting. I did, and returned to dinner. Mrs. Maria had attended to
him, her husband was at church nearly all Saturday, so perhaps she had
rubbed a little higher than his ankle. My aunt spent all the time she
could at the school, or walking out with her daughter and niece.

Fred's sprain was an excuse for going to his bedroom whither I
accompanied him. In the dusty closet Fred's lameness was better. In
came the young ladies, the younger ones first. It was a pretty sight, a
decently voluptuous one, to see the dainty white-fleshed creatures throw
off their dresses, and stand naked, one by one entering the bath, rub
their flesh dry, and their cun