They lay soaking in bliss for about half an hour. Then Mary rose, fetched a sponge and removed the tracks of her bawdiness from the girl's slender forms. Yvonne lay motionless with closed eyes, so that Mary thought her asleep; but when she had covered her carefully with the blankets and was going to leave the room on tip-toe, took hold of her nightgown and asked:
— Tell me, Mary, pray! Where those the naughty words that you employed just now, you know?
Mary smiled and nodded.
— Yes, but you must go to sleep, dear, it is very late.
— Oh, one word more, please! Where did you learn all those things?
— Why, my dear, that's a long story, much too long to tell you to-night.
— But you'll tell it me some day?
— Yes, if you are a good girl and very discrete. But really, you must go to sleep, Yvonne. It is past midnight.
— No, no, no, no! I have one question more to ask. Have you got a lover now, say! I mean here in Paris?
— Oh! little curiosity! What is that to you, please?
— It is, I should like to be hidden some where one day when you are going to practise love together. My own darling miss Mary, don't say no! Let me accompany you some day, when you are going to him.
— Well, I shall think about it. But let me go then, dear, and try to sleep.
— No, I won't let you go till you promise to do what I ask.
— Naughty girl, said Mary, laughing. Well, I promise.
— Thank you, my own dear miss Mary. One kiss more, please, and I shall go to sleep like a good girl.
Mary kissed her lovingly and retired to her own room. Before she had finished her splashing over the bidet, she heard by Yvonne's long-drawn breath, that the child was sound asleep, and before many minutes she too slept the sleep of the just.
CHAPTER IV
Both pupil and governess got up rather late the following morning.
Though it was Mary's intention to let pass some days before she initiated Yvonne into love's mystery, it is doubtful, if she had been able to do so; for her restrained passions were raised to the utmost extent and she was wild to feel a prick in her lustful cunt. Happily some lady-visitors from the country-the sister of Yvonne's god mother and her two elderly daughters-precluded even the idea of a seance that day. It was all the more fortunate, because Yvonne, who was always pale, had of late become still paler, with dark streaks under her eyes, which occasioned several inconvenient questions from their visitor. Mary laid the blame on town-life; but really she began to fear that the administered draught had been too strong and that it would be necessary to keep an eye upon the girl's private pleasures, if she Wanted to benefit of her lasciviousness for Grosvit and herself.
In the evening Yvonne was sent early to-bed and slept soundly when Mary came upstairs.
On the second day after their excursion to Meudon, Mary entered Yvonne's room in the morning, while she was dressing and told her, that she would fulfil her promise that day, if Yvonne would promise to be very discrete, and never speak to any living soul of what she might see and hear.
— You know, my dear girl, that the world is full of prejudices. I am a poor governess obliged to earn my livelihood in a dependant situation; if my reputation is destroyed, it will be very difficult, for not to say impossible for me to maintain my position. The world is so severe to the poor and subordinate; what it forgives the rich people, it never will forgive us. And yet, it would be rather hard lines, if I never should have tasted the bliss of love; having no fortune, you know, I could scarcely expect to marry. When I was quite young, I had a good friend, who exposed all this to me and who taught me, how I could enjoy my life in all safety.
— I have promised you to tell you my story, and I shall do so some day. To-day I shall take you into my secret and perhaps there will be a chance for you to get more acquainted with the good doctrines of Mr. Priapus and Mrs. Venus.
After the second breakfast they went for their usual walk. Mary conducted Yvonne to a small street near the river, where she stopped before a well-known grey brickhouse. It had but three stories beside the groundfloor and contained a dozen of apartments for artists. Going upstairs Yvonne perceived some noted names-and several unknown ones-on pasteboards attached to the doors by drawing-pins and blue nails; dust of plaster and odour of ail and turpentine indicated, whether it belonged to a painter or to a sculptor.
Mary stopped on the last landing at the top of the house and opened the door with a key, she had in her pocket. Yvonne kept her eyes wide open, she was exceedingly curious. They entered a small rather long room divided into two equal parts by a thick oriental curtain.
The first compartment served as entry. The furniture consisted in a clothes-stand and the statue of a negro in full size, holding a lamp in his lifted hand. His loins were girded up with a light pale blue silk shawl, bulging out in the front in a rather suspicious-looking manner.
The lobby opened upon another room, which Mary entered the first. Yvonne saw her chance to raise the silk-shawl and get a glimpse of what it concealed. Her conjecture proved true. She found a well-developed, handsome prick, with a very full round knob, the vermilion of which contrasted deliciously with the chocolate colour of his shaft and body. Yvonne caressed it tenderly with her hand and then swiftly followed her governess into the next room. She felt the blood burn in her cheeks and neck but Mary took no heed of her blushes. She had taken off her hat and mantle and in spite of the fine summer-weather was lighting the gas-fire, that occupied one side of the room. Opposite to it was a big, low couch covered with rugs and cushions. The walls were hanged with stuff and adorned by two or three obscene, but artistic pictures and several photographs. Some statuettes, two arm-chairs and a shelf with very tedious-looking books completed the furniture. The floor was covered with carpets and skins. The window was in the sloping roof, which forbade any indiscretion from that part.
Mary seemed quite at home. 'She fetched a book on the shelf and giving it to Yvonne, conducted her to the second compartment of the first room, from where she could see most of the large room, above all the big couch, without being seen herself. Mary told her that as she expected her lover every moment, she would return to the other room and await him there as usual, but she hoped Yvonne would not be dull in her nook, with the book she had given her.
«The nook» was an amply furnished dressing-room; nothing necessary for a careful toilet was wanting.
Yvonne did not at all feel inclined to read. The curtain was adjacent to the doorway and by opening it ever so little, she had a full view of all, she wanted to see.
Mary stripped off her clothes, till she had nothing on but her shift, stockings and high French boots. Then she took one of the tedious-looking books and lay down on the couch.
She had scarcely placed herself in a comfortable attitude, when Yvonne heard the rattling of a key in the lock, the door opened and a man entered. He approached the clothes-stand to dispose of his hat and cane. Yvonne was bursting with curiosity. It was evident, that the man was in a hurry and still it seemed to her, that he was rather long in entering the room, where Mary awaited him.
Imagine her surprise, when she at length saw her teacher, Mr. Grosvit, rush towards the couch and drop down on his knees, embracing Mary's naked forms with his strong arms. His head fell down on her thighs and made its way to her longing cunt, which he kissed and tongued in the greatest ecstasy.
— Oh, the dear little Puss! The sweetest of all juicy cunts! How I have longed to see it! I have thirsted for its liquid for ever so long. How long? I don't know. An eternity, I suppose. And the darling bubbies, the coral pearls. Oh, I must suck them. M-m! M-m, it's delicious. No, my cunt, the splendid slit is the best of all.