te lodgings for Mabel. There she
was always in tears, if I left her long, and if away a day or two, she
wanted to know if I had been with Laura. Lady A... visited Mabel,
and was frightened to let her Lord know it. Then Lord and Lady A...
quarrelled, he had the clap, and gave it to his mistress. Fred and I
were always excellent friends, and at some annoyance through the women,
suggested we should go to Paris, and leave them alone in London.

Before going I met Lady A... walking out, who asked me in, in saying
Lord A... would be glad to see me. As I had not quarrelled with him, I
thought a chat might heal our coolness. When indoors, she called out to
him, and professed to be surprised at his not being there. If I would
wait, he would be in soon. We got nearer and nearer to each other on the
sofa, began talking about the free-fucking night, of the good aim she
had made with the bunch of grapes on Fred's balls, as he stood on his
head. We got very lewd, I kissed her, she me. Would she know it was I
who was up her, if I came in in the dark to her? She could not say,
but should know it was not A..,--a beast. "Beast, why?--have you
quarrelled?" Then she told me that A... was often drunk, and stayed away
from her for days. "He has got a disease from a beastly gay woman, and
hasn't slept with me for weeks." "And not had you?" "Of course not."
"Oh! don't you want it?" "No wonder if I do." At once I put my hands
up her petticoats, felt her nice plump thighs, my fingers rubbed on the
smooth quim. "Oh! don't--I can't bear it." I pulled out a stiff prick,
and put it into her hand, we toyed with each other's genitals for a
minute, then she sunk back on the sofa, I on her, and we copulated.

I stayed the whole evening with her, fucking at intervals. A... did not
come back. I am sure she knew he would not, and had asked me in because
she wanted me to have her. She did not tell me she had had the clap, nor
I her,--it was Mabel who had told me.

She hinted she should like to meet me again, and I made some half-sort
of promise, but never did. Mabel became more and more expensive,
discontented, lusty, and quarrelsome, and she was not clean. She would
feel my wet prick after it had left her cunt, and then cut bread and
butter without washing her hands. We had rows, and I left her, giving
her a handsome sum of money. Laura said she had gone back to Plymouth
with Lord A..., who had left Lady A... Then Fred, I and Laura were just
as we used t