How little did I then know of myself! mine had
been a hundred times more delightful, had I not been such a fool, or
known better how to enjoy it.
Madam de Warrens had taken no one with her but Anet: Merceret, her
chambermaid, whom I have before mentioned, still remained in the
house. Merceret was something older than myself, not pretty, but
tolerably agreeable; good-natured, free from malice, having no fault
to my knowledge but being a little refractory with her mistress. I
often went to see her; she was an old acquaintance, who recalled to my
remembrance one more beloved, and this made her dear to me. She had
several friends, and among others one Mademoiselle Giraud, a Genevese,
who, for the punishment of my sins, took it in her head to have an
inclination for me, always pressing Merceret, when she returned her
visits, to bring me with her. As I liked Merceret, I felt no
disinclination to accompany her; besides, I met there with other young
people whose company pleased me. For Mademoiselle Giraud, who
offered every kind of enticement, nothing could increase the
aversion I had for her. When she drew near me, with her dried black
snout, smeared with Spanish snuff, it was with the utmost difficulty
that I could refrain from expressing my distaste; but, being pleased
with her visitors, I took patience. Among these were two girls who
(either to pay their court to Mademoiselle Giraud or myself) paid me
every possible attention. I conceived this to be only friendship;
but have since thought it depended only on myself to have discovered
something more, though I did not even think of it at the time.
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