Far from being
jealous of me as a rival, she used to come to my house, implore my
good offices with the object of her love, and, laying herself on
the floor at full length before the fire, weep and cry like a person
bereft of her senses. She bitterly complained that he had never
obliged her but once; and begged, with the most earnest supplications,
that I would give her an opportunity of seeing him at my house.
But I thought proper to avoid her company, as soon as I perceived
her intention.
"We continued at Paris for some time, during which I contracted
an acquaintance with the sister of Madame de la T--. She was the
supposed mistress of the prince of C--, endowed with a great share
of understanding, and loved pleasure to excess, though she maintained
her reputation on a respectable footing, by living with her husband
and mother. This lady, perceiving that I had inspired her lover
with a passion, which gave me uneasiness on her account, actually
practised all her eloquence and art in persuading me to listen to
his love; for it was a maxim with her to please him at any rate.
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