, how wild is the
longing that I have for you at this moment; and this nectar I have
spoken of, from whom else could I care for it, could I endure it even,
whilst from you what mad delight! Tell me, do you believe this? You
know it perfectly well, I am sure; these are not mere words. Tell me
that you will piss into my mouth again when I ask you. I am now going
to try to sleep, but what chance of doing so with this love that
consumes me. I must await your pretty letter of to-morrow morning, for
it is that alone which will excite the flow and stream.

At half-past eight you would like to conform to the usages of this room
of mirrors, and as your desires have become greatly inflamed by my own
state, and by the soft and sensual temperament of our bodies, you would
ask me to undress you, in order that, being completely naked, I might
the more easily overwhelm you with my most passionate caresses. I
should then strip you of every thing, except that in order that your
feet might not come into immediate contact with the looking glasses
upon which we should be walking, I would slip on your feet a pair of
tiny little slippers, with little silk soles, at a distance they would
hardly be visible.

Some one is coming. Adieu till to-morrow.

And larger and stouter than that of my little darling, and so
indifferently shod with shoes. (Their boots are pretty.)

Adieu, my angel, I finish this so as to be enabled to add a few lines
to the picture--it is late. I love you with all my soul, with love,
respect, and adoration. Nothing yet has been heard about de L. R. It is
very bad weather, and my father is still no better.

I would take you for a drive either in a pretty barouche or in a
phaeton, your toilette would be beautiful but simple. I would only
insist upon your wearing a veil, for my love and happiness would render
me somewhat egoistical with regard to others. We should not be serious
all the time of our drive, for at every instant I should steal a kiss,
and your feet would be resting on mine.

We should return home about half-past five to dress for dinner. You
would change every thing, and without paying any attention to what our
servants might think, I should put on a loose pair of trousers,
prettier than what I had worn this morning but, like them, opening in
the front. As for you, my own love, I should insist upon your dressing
yourself as a ravishingly pretty little _danseuse_, with some little
difference, howeve