man naturally does upon a sudden reverse of sentiment,--base,
ungentle passion! thy hand is against every man, and every man's
hand against thee.--Heaven forbid! said she, raising her hand up to
her forehead, for I had turned full in front upon the lady whom I
had seen in conference with the monk: --she had followed us
unperceived.--Heaven forbid, indeed! said I, offering her my own;--
she had a black pair of silk gloves, open only at the thumb and two
fore-fingers, so accepted it without reserve,--and I led her up to
the door of the Remise.

Monsieur Dessein had diabled the key above fifty times before he
had found out he had come with a wrong one in his hand: we were as
impatient as himself to have it opened; and so attentive to the
obstacle that I continued holding her hand almost without knowing
it: so that Monsieur Dessein left us together with her hand in
mine, and with our faces turned towards the door of the Remise, and
said he would be back in five minutes.

Now a colloquy of five minutes, in such a situation, is worth one
of as many ages, with your faces turned towards the street: in the
latter case, 'tis drawn from the objects and occurrences without;--
when your eyes are fixed upon a dead blank,--you draw purely from
yourselves. A silence of a single moment upon Mons. Dessein's
leaving us, had been fatal to the situation--she had infallibly
turned about;--so I begun the conversation instantly. -

- But what were the temptations (as I write not to apologize for
the weaknesses of my heart in this tour,--but to give an account of
them)--shall be described with the same simplicity with which I
felt them.