“ ‘And whither did all this lead ye?’

“ ‘To pleasures unknown to all mortals less amorous and sincere than us.’

“ ‘You enjoyed?’

“ ‘Yes I enjoyed, but a good on which I set an infinite value. If esteem does not intoxicate, at least it hightens the intoxication considerably. We unbosom’d ourselves without reserve, and you can’t imagine how much it strengthened our passion. The more I examined, the more perfections I discovered, and the greater were my transports. I spent half my time at her feet, and I regretted the loss of the rest. I made her happiness, and she filled up the measure of mine. I always saw her with pleasure, and always quitted her with pain. Thus we lived together: and now, madam, you may judge if loving women are so much to be pitied.’