ct my wife had in taking them out. As to our own servants they knew
the chambers belonged to their master, and they knew we lunched there,
but they never imagined their mistress would take ladies to share in
their master's embraces. So that we carried on our intrigue in perfect
safety and impunity.

It was a sad day when we left with Carl, who never again returned to
England. Our darling companions had become much attached to him, and
parted with close embraces, and with bitter tears bade him adieu.

We parted from him at Frankfort, where his father, retiring to a
country life, left him proprietor of a capital hotel, to which in
after-years we often resorted when going to and from the German spas,
and always stayed some days to renew the orgies we all so loved. His
love for my adored wife's cunt endured for ten or twelve years, when an
advantageous marriage softened it, perhaps more through the jealousy of
his wife who, suspecting, caused us to desist from using his hotel. He
had also got a family of a boy and two girls growing up, which
completely ended our acquaintance.

To return to the time of our conducting him to Frankfort with the
Grandvits, they afterwards accompanied us in a tour in Switzerland, but
left us at Sion, when we turned our steps across the Simplon to Italy.

We were invited by our friend the Count to visit him for a month at his
old castle in the hills of San Giovanni, overlooking all the ground of
Bonaparte's earlier battles in his first Italian campaign.

We followed the right bank of Lake Maggiore to Arona and Allessandria,
and thence by Acqui gained the castle of the Count on the hill above.
It was situated in the midst of glorious scenery. From the summit of a
hill near the glorious line of the _Alps_ could be seen Monte Rosa,
Mont Blanc, Mont Cenis, Monte Giovi, and thence round the Apennines,
while the Gap leading to Savona gave a view of the sea, the southern
suburb of Genoa, and the line of coast leading to Spezia.

It was a glorious view, and we often directed our steps to the summit
from whence it was seen during our month's stay with our loved and
delightful host.

His old castle was only partially ruinous, but quite habitable.
However, his father had built a comfortable house in the garden, at the
base of the rock.

The castle crowned a perfect perpendicular detached mass of rock, half
round which rushed a mountain torrent, the approach being a very steep
zigzag with now ruinou