Eveline

'No doubt, when one has been well amused among them, miss. Pray come up. You are welcome. Mind the high steps and the sharp turn.'

We mounted the iron ladder, for such almost it was. To my surprise, I found myself in a small, but beautifully furnished room, half boudoir, half bed-chamber.

There as a somewhat narrow bed in a corner, a cozy sofa, a toilet table, marble washstand, etc., several pretty chairs, and some framed olographs from the illustrated papers on the walls. One discreetly curtained window afforded the necessary light.

'Looks comfortable, does it not, miss? If you could send me a line another time beforehand, it would be better, and I could have all prepared. We are obliged to be very particular, as you know.'

We descended. My new friend let me out by the little side door into a passage which led into the street again. I had had my tea. I had also a bag of ginger nuts. I reached home. Good Heavens, what risks to have run! What ruin may I not have courted!

'Where is Sir Edward?'

'He is already in the brougham at the door waiting for you, Miss Eveline.'

'Thank you, John. Here are some ginger nuts for Robin. Where is my maid? Fanny, I will wear my seal jacket. Thank you, Fanny. Open the door, John. I am ready.'

'Dear Papa, how well you look today! Shall we go to the park, or have you any calls to make?'

'No, my darling, we will go first to the park.'

I had dressed myself with particular care on purpose to please him. I saw him taking note of all. His delight in my society appeared to increase. When we were alone he assumed quite a different air towards me. It was not artificially assumed, but evidently real. He lowered his voice; its intonation became more tender-more sympathetic. He would sit in the brougham with my hand in his, gently stroking the soft kid of my gloves, and leaning towards me until his moustache almost brushed my cheek. He would tell me of his Indian experiences, of the battles, his narrow escapes, his troubles and triumphs.

On this occasion it was nearly dark before we returned. We had enjoyed a very snug and confidential drive. His arm was passed round my waist and his right hand toyed as usual with mine. I leanedy head on his shoulder. My warm breath fanned his cheek. His eyes looked into mine. They were fine eyes on ordinary occasions. I fancied now they were full of passion. He kissed me hotly on the lips.

'My darling Eveline, you are cold. Your neck is uncovered.'

He essayed to clasp my seal jacket closer. His hand wandered to my bosom. There it stopped.

'Poor little girl, she is too good, too beautiful to be cold when I am by to warm her. I will not drive to the club. I will return with you.'

He tightened his grasp of my figure. He renewed his caresses.

'Dearest papa! If you knew all that your little Eveline thinks of you! How she values your love, and your kisses. She has never known much affection before. Now you are with me, all is changed-all is happy.'

He turned still more. His breast beat upon mine. Our lips met in a long delicious kiss. He was half beside himself with passionate desire. I was fully as much entranced. The utmost disorder reigned in our embrace-in our posture. His hand trembled violently as he thrust in within my dress and grasped my bosom.

'Oh, my child, how beautiful are you! How magnificent already is your development! What a lovely bust!'

Our faces would have betrayed us had anyone suddenly appeared. They were scarlet with the wildest desire. I dare not give it another name. I noticed we were nearing home. I cautioned Sir Edward. He recovered himself with precipitancy.

We understood each other now. A silent confidence had been sown which would bear its fruits hereafter.

I dressed for dinner with care. No low dress, but a close-fitting bodice which showed my youthful figure to the utmost advantage.

I took especial care to study my papa's tastes. He had excellent taste in dress. Young as I was, I had already acquired among my friends a reputation for correct taste in all matters relating to feminine attire. It seemed to come natural to me. A woman dresses to please others, and in her success or failure she has her reward. It may be that, in some cases, she may dress to spite her own sex, but the ultimate result is the same-she triumphs with the male sex to her dear friends' discomfiture.

Most men have idiosyncrasies in some small matters which in sensual temperaments are sometimes exaggerated to the extent of manias.

Sir Edward was sensual to the center of his being, only you had to find him out. He had a habit of disguising it under qualities of a rougher nature. I knew already his little weak points. They were no manias, but they were there. I traced them. My quick woman's wit, my habit of close observation, a restless spirit of inductive reasoning all combined, enabled me quickly to arrive at a thorough knowledge of his inner character. I detected the sensuous eyes, the evident pleasure with which he fondled my soft gloves, or allowed his gaze to linger upon my daintily fitting little boots.

After dinner, Papa went to his club. Lady L had kept to her room all day. Champagne and soda were doing their work again. Somehow, in spite of Mrs. Lockett's caution, she had got a supply by means of Sippett, her maid. I went up to my own room. Thence I turned into the corridor which led up to Lady L 's suite. Halfway up, I espied Sippett sampling the beef-tea, which, by the doctor's orders, she was taking to her mistress. I felt uneasy. My senses had been roused. I was on fire in my longing for gratification. I hated this restraint. I went back to the dining room. I rang the bell.

'I want some tea, John. What time is it?'

'It's not ten yet, miss.'

'Where is the butler?'

'Sir Edward has sent him out, miss, to see the painter. He is not to send his men in the morning unless it is quite fine.'

'How is poor Robin, John? I am afraid he is drooping.'

'Drooping? Miss Eveline, I wish he was! Why he stands up in the mornings and looks me in the face. It's shocking how he suffers. I'm quite ashamed to look at him, miss.'

'So am I, John. All the same, let me see the poor thing. I might be able to do him some good.'

The door was shut. John looked all round. He listened. All seemed in order and quiet. He saw his chance. In another instant, he had opened his flap. He twisted his big limb out from under his shirt. My hand closed on it. It was already stretching itself out, and half erect. I loved to feel it thus-so warm, so soft!

I bent my head over it as I sat. I kissed the red tip. The impulse was too strong for my resistance in the condition in which I was. I opened my moist lips. I let the big nut pass in. I sucked it. It swelled and stiffened. John involuntarily moved himself backwards and forwards. It very quickly attained its extreme stiffness and dimensions. I withdrew my face a little to look at it. The big round top shone as if it had been varnished.

'Take care what you do, miss. He's not to be trusted. He's in such a condition. What you have just done has made him more rampageous than ever.'

I rubbed his member up and down quickly. He put down his hand and stopped me.

'Oh, Miss Eveline, mind your dress, miss.'

'Is it so near, John? Poor Robin! He must have all the pleasure I can give him to make him more tractable.'

I put down my head. I applied my lips again. I only released his limb to whisper:

'Let it come so, John! I want it!'

The idea made him mad. He pushed forward, breathing hard. He moved his loins again. I took into my mouth the whole of his big nut. I tickled it with my tongue. I moved both hands in little jerks upon the white shaft. I let it reach the back of my throat.

'Oh, Miss Eveline! Oh, my good Lord! I shall come! Oh!'

He discharged. My mouth was instantly filled with a torrent of his sperm. I swallowed as much as I could. It flew from him in little jets. It must have given him immense pleasure. Soon all was over.

'Now fetch the tea, John. I hope Robin will be better. If it had not been a cock-your Robin-I should have said it had laid an egg and broken it.'