In order to give you an idea of the effect it had on me, I will reproduce it.
My dear Dormeuil,
My dear friend, you must either have thought I had forgotten you or that I was dead. My silence was caused by much work and great uncertainty of mind.
Do you remember Wanda? She is here with me. I was sick and she took care of me with wonderful devotion. Many admirers, young, rich and titled, have asked for her hand in marriage. She refused them all and seems happy only by my side. Before so much devotion, I, the highlived, have succumbed. My heart has spoken; I am going to marry Wanda.
According to the French custom, before my marriage, I intend to give an entertainment to all my friends. It will be my last bachelor's dinner and I cordially invite you to attend. My next letter will give you the date. I shall count upon you and we will be sure to have a good time.
By the way, I have a confidence to make to you. You remember when I visited Madame Benoit, your terrible neighbour. When I told her I was sent by you, I found her in a bad humour. One of my little jokes at last, however, made her smile, then laugh heartily.
Unintentionally, a naughty word or two would creep into the conversation, and I remember that she made me repeat them. Her hearing was not so very good perhaps; to be frank with you, I took a few liberties which were not badly received, and one thing which you will certainly not believe, my dear Dormeuil, is that Madame Benoit's skin is very soft and that her bosoms are magnificently firm.
Once warmed up by the coquetry of your neighbour, I raised her skirts and presented you-know-what, at the entrance of her retreat.
Plenty of beautifully curling hairs and big thighs, on my word!
You doubt the fact I am sure, and think me insane, but it is true for all that; I shall always remember that glorious mount. It was one of the best I ever had.
Your neighbour fucks well; I should never have dreamed of such a thing, and it was in your interest that I carried matters so far. That is undoubtedly the reason of your charming reception on your return; now good luck to you; use this little confidence as you please. Try it yourself; she is not as terrible as she looks. Let me hear from you pretty soon. I expect your visit shortly.
With cordial good wishes, I am your friend, Alexis.
Who would have thought such a thing! Oh, Madame Benoit, the prude. But I reasoned with myself. After all, Madame Benoit was free at that time to do as she pleased and I was a fool.
A week ago, I myself broke our marriage vows. I received a letter, giving me a rendezvous at 37 Rue de l'Ecoille. It was Miss Anderson, whom Count Alexis had met at Naples. She was still in love with him and asked me news of him. I have revenged myself on the Count with this young English girl.
I pressed her so hard that I laid her on the bed, and, raising her skirts, introduced my tool into her reception room before she had time to refuse. She worked well and vigorously, and I soon gave her a reserve of sperm which I had saved up, as my wife was angry with me.
She is a very loving and lovely thing, this little auburn-haired girl. She really spends with the finesse of art. I see her often and she has promised to stay here another month.
I have abandoned the idea of going to Russia, neither will I be angry with Gertrude, who is quite enough-more than enough for me now!
