d when it was found that
was the case, their hour of confession was a scene of every excess,
stark naked, for neither wore aught but the frock of monk or nun. This
delicious indulgence lasted until the dissolution of the convent, and
you know the rest."

Another recital of the Count much amused us. The Count was admitted at
seventeen into the Royal Guard, where each private was born a
gentleman, and held the rank of sub-lieutenant in the army. Here he had
many intrigues, and took the maidenhead of a charming and beautifully
made girl, who was being brought up for the stage as an opera dancer,
for which she showed early capacity. She proved a great success when
brought forward. She dearly loved our friend, and was supposed to be
faithful to him, although she had developed excessive wantonness and
lubricity under his able tuition. His flight and exile separated them.

Years afterwards he met a lovely, magnificent, fully developed woman,
splendidly attired, walking in the Regent's Park, He did not recognise
her, but was looking at her with longing eyes, when suddenly she seized
him by the arm, and exclaimed in the patois of Piedmont, "Ces tu si!
Buzaron." (Is that thou thyself, Buzaron). This latter word is a
familiar expression of carnal affection, but, literally, is "big
bugger."

Their intercourse became of the warmest, she was now a first-rate
_danseuse_, very highly paid.

The Count had first had her, she really loved him, and in London stuck
faithfully to him, for love alone, for she never would accept even the
smallest present. She, of course, had plenty of splendid offers from
noblemen, but as long as the Count would have her she was faithful to
him. When, which a knowing woman's tact senses, she saw a falling off,
she released him, and, although never refusing her person to him, took
to others as well. She was a very lovely bird, and used to relate the
erotic experiences of her previous years. Many of these were most
amusing, but one in especial showed the ardent nature of her
temperament. She had accepted, when dancing at Genoa, an eligible offer
from the Lisbon Opera proprietors, and had to take passage on an
Italian brig; she was the only passenger, and her berth was in the same
open cabin as that of the captain and mate. On the second day out the
captain showed signs of wishing to have her. She was already longing
for a fuck, to which she had been daily habituated on shore, so she
lent herself most willin