four louis d'ors, which is the most I can be over-reach'd in? Base passion! said I, turning myself about, as a man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment

base ungentle passion! thy hand is against every man, and every man's hand against thee- Heaven forbid! said she, raising her hand up to her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I had seen in conference with the monk - she had followed us unperceived - Heaven forbid, indeed! said I, offering her my own

she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two fore-fingers, so accepted it without reserve and I led her

up to the door of the Remise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times, before he found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as impatient as himself to have it open'd; and so attentive to the obstacle, that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing it: so that Monsieur Dessein left us together, with her hand in mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Remise, and said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street: in the latter case, 't is drawn from the objects and occurrences without when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank-you draw purely from yourselves. A silence of a single moment upon Mons. Dessein's leaving us, had been fatal to the situation ― she had infallibly turned about so I begun the conversation instantly

But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologise for the weaknesses of my heart in this tour, but to give an account of them) shall be described with the same simplicity, with which I felt them.