Eveline

Chapter 5

The following Thursday witnessed the return of Sir Edward L.

As to the condition of Lady L, all concealment was in vain. He questioned me, and I made a clean breast of it, so far as related to her conduct and condition. One detail led to another. The incident between myself and the Reverend Mr. Doubletree was obliged to be included. In fact, John had forestalled my confession by giving my father a glowing account of that famous interview.

The first acts of Sir Edward after his arrival were to engage a housekeeper, and send for the family physician.

I had not seen my father since I was nine years of age. His long service in India and my absence at school had been the cause of his knowing little or nothing of the subsequent development of his only daughter.

I had arrived from Paris during his absence in the North. It was therefore with much trepidation that I met him on his return.

All my fears on beholding him vanished into thin air. He held me at arms' length; his handsome face beaming with admiration and delight. He kissed me again and again. His look, full of surprise and pleasure, melted into an expression of the tenderest sympathy as his keen, soldierly eye surveyed my girlish figure from head to foot. It was evident he had not expected to find me so entirely to his satisfaction. From what I know now, I am inclined to think he had not been in the habit of receiving either a kind, or a true report of my youthful progress towards womanhood.

"My beautiful-my darling child! And so this is the little one I have come back to find! Well, my eyes are opened! So you are the brave little champion that defeated the clerical dragon? By Jove, Eveline, you should have commanded the regiment! You would have made the Pathans run even faster than we did!"

"I have no wish to emulate Joan of Arc, Papa, but I am sure you will remember I am a L."

"Indeed I do, my little paladin! Why, this is really charming-as the youngsters say-most awfully jolly?"

We became friends at once-close friends. The first thing to do was to set the house in order. That was soon accomplished. At the end of a fortnight, Lady L was able to take carriage exercise again. The London season was approaching. There were all sorts of gaieties in preparation. There were invitations to balls and receptions. Entertainments of all sorts were commencing to occupy the attention of that large and influential circle within whose sacred precincts none but the privileged can enter.

The old Duchess of M was to give her long projected and splendid costume ball. It had been the talk of the town all last season, but court mourning had postponed it. It was to surpass anything and everything her Grace had ever done. That was by no means trifling, for she was celebrated for her lavish hospitality.

Then there was the ever varying charm of the Opera-of the theatres. In fact, I was in fairyland.

Papa and I sat much together. He appeared to take great delight in my society. I made it my study to please him. The house had received a new impetus; a new life, since his return. Mrs. Lockett, the new housekeeper, was assiduous and painstaking. Her eye was everywhere. Even John had to be on his guard lest by word or look he should betray some incautious instance of familiarity. Needless to say, no chance existed any longer for a renewal of our secret intercourse.

Nevertheless, I suffered. I chafed at the restraint.

"Good night, dear child, good night and pleasant dreams. You seem dull and out of spirits today."

"No, dear Papa, I was only thinking perhaps that I should take more exercise on foot. Walking is always sure to improve the appetite. I will do so tomorrow."

I did dream that night-not altogether unpleasantly. I dreamed of the great Charlemagne-and of my papa.

"Shall I call a cab, miss?"

"No, thank you. I will walk. The exercise will refresh me. Your shop is rather warm. Please send my purchases without fail tomorrow."

It was already getting dark. I noticed a man who persistently passed me. Then he would let me overtake him. On doing so he looked each time pointedly in my face. At last he touched my elbow in going by. I was approaching a quiet street, which led me home by a short cut. I began to regret I had not brought the footman. The man kept now a little in front. I saw him furtively take note of me in the windows as we walked on. He was short and broad. He wore a long overcoat. Suddenly the man quickened his pace. He turned into the entrance to a yard upon the left. I wondered at his movements. I was in doubt as to his object in acting so strangely. I looked down the yard as I passed. He was standing opposite me in the full light of a gas lamp. No one else was near. His coat was open. Without the least attempt at concealment-in fact, he was holding his dress open-he exposed to me his naked person.

The strangeness of the thing bewildered me. I had been thinking of John as I walked. I was at first horribly startled and shocked. In a flash later the absurdity of the affair irresistibly possessed me. I wavered and opened my eyes wide, I suppose, at the sight. Then I passed on. As I did, the man smiled. He looked down at his nakedness. There was no mistake. He held in my full view a long and stout limb, stiffly erect.

All this had only taken a second. The blood rushed to my head. I walked past. I paused again. The thing excited me. I was in a state to receive such an impression. My curiosity was aroused. I retraced the few steps I had taken. The stranger half turned so that I should lose nothing of his exhibition.

"Come here, I won't hurt you."

"What are you doing that for? You will catch cold."

The impulse was irresistible. I moved nearer. I seized the limb in my hand.

"Not while your hand is so warm. Come down here. I will show you why I did it."

It was now quite dark. The poor street was dimly lighted. The man led the way. Instinctively I followed. I trembled a little, but not from fear.

"This is a timber yard. There is no one about at this hour. I know the people. It's all right."

The timber was on every side. Between it there were lanes. A sharp turn put us out of the direction of the gas lamp. My companion turned. He put his limb again in my hand. He kissed me before I well knew what he was about.

"What a pretty girl you are! Do you like that? Isn't it a fine one? We are quite safe here."

He took me round the waist. I could not resist squeezing the thick limb I held in my grasp. I actually pressed it with delight and desire. He might well be proud of it, I thought. He kissed me again. Overcome with a sensation of diabolical lust, I kissed him back. He took all sorts of liberties with me. It was too late to resist, even had I possessed the means, or the desire. He held me tight with his left arm while with his right hand he lifted my clothes. He passed his wanton hand underneath. What he found only increased his libidinous instincts. His fingers touched my legs-mounted slowly my plump thighs. They inserted their tips in my moist and excited parts. I could not resist the throbbing, tickling sensation with which they inspired me. He seemed to subdue me by his influence.

"Oh, please be careful of my dress! My clothes! You must not. Really you are too rough! Be more gentle. I will let you feel. Oh!"

All this time he was making use of filthy and disgusting language. His intention was obvious.

"We can do it here, my dear, hold up your clothes."

It was quite dark now. We were round a corner, well out of the radius of the gas-lamp. He pressed close to me in front. I felt him slip his long, stiff, hairy thing upwards against my naked belly. He was fumbling about to adjust it to his liking. I was now overcome with desire. The indelicacy of the thing never seemed to occur to me. Lust for enjoyment took possession of me. I put my hand on his limb again. I placed the tip between the hot lips of my slit.

"Put your foot up on this piece of wood, my dear. Stop, here is a place that will suit us nicely."

As he spoke, he moved me to one side. He lifted me bodily on to a projecting plank which formed a convenient seat. I opened my thighs, my silk stocking agleam in the pale lamplight. He held me round the hips. I again assisted him. One thrust sent half the length of his member into my body.

"Oh, my dear life! But it's in now. How delicious! How tight it is! Hold up! Catch me on the shoulders. Sit forward, my dear."

He seized me tight as I sat. He pulled me closely to him. He commenced the act with frenzy. He worked up and down, withdrawing the thick shaft to the knob. Then he thrust it up again. I held tight with both hands. I partook of the pleasure. My brain reeled. I gasped. I moaned. He worked harder than ever. My parts were in a churn of liquid ecstasy. I feared to let him see how I enjoyed. Presently the end came. I felt his limb harden suddenly throughout its length. He discharged copiously. A deluge of seed spouted into me.

"Oh! Oh! You must have it all! It's coming still. It's, it's-oh! My dear life! What a treat!"

He withdrew quickly. He lost no time in readjusting his clothes. In another second he was gone.

I hastened along the quiet street. Of course there were no vacant cabs in view. I turned a corner. I found myself in a better thoroughfare. I stopped before a well-lighted pastry cook's shop. I read an announcement, "Afternoon Tea." I entered, overjoyed to find myself safe. Behind the shop was the tea-room. Behind that again a smaller room, also with small tables for tea. I traversed all. I sat down. A nice-looking woman in a rustling silk dress and white apron, followed me. I ordered tea.

"Will you wait a little, or shall I serve you now?"

I wondered why she asked. I did not immediately reply. I demanded the ladies' retiring room. There I rearranged all my disorder. On my return, the tea had been served. There were two cups on the tray.

"Please bring me tea-cake and some ginger nuts."

The nice-looking woman appeared disconcerted.

"Are you quite alone? Is it tea for one, miss?"

Suddenly the explanation came to me. I had heard of these little "Afternoon Tea" shops. This was one. I glanced around. In one corner was a tiny iron spiral staircase. A small door, which closed with a spring, let from this room towards the side of the house. I took all in directly.

"Yes, I am alone, as you see. I fear there has been some mistake. My friend will not come now."

The kind-looking woman smiled. She evidently thought I was disappointed.

"Never mind, he had probably mistaken the time."

"No doubt. Where does that staircase lead to?"

The shopwoman smiled again. She evidently did not believe in the sincerity of my ignorance. She leaned forward and whispered:

"You have been here before, miss. I thought you knew all our little ways, all our little arrangements. You ought to know where it goes."

"Still, you see, it is pleasant to revisit old scenes."

"No doubt, when one has been well amused among them, miss. Pray come up. You are welcome. Mind the high steps and the sharp turn."

We mounted the iron ladder, for such almost it was. To my surprise, I found myself in a small, but beautifully furnished room, half boudoir, half bed-chamber.

There as a somewhat narrow bed in a corner, a cozy sofa, a toilet table, marble washstand, etc., several pretty chairs, and some framed olographs from the illustrated papers on the walls. One discreetly curtained window afforded the necessary light.

"Looks comfortable, does it not, miss? If you could send me a line another time beforehand, it would be better, and I could have all prepared. We are obliged to be very particular, as you know."

We descended. My new friend let me out by the little side door into a passage which led into the street again. I had had my tea. I had also a bag of ginger nuts. I reached home. Good Heavens, what risks to have run! What ruin may I not have courted!

"Where is Sir Edward?"

"He is already in the brougham at the door waiting for you, Miss Eveline."

"Thank you, John. Here are some ginger nuts for Robin. Where is my maid? Fanny, I will wear my seal jacket. Thank you, Fanny. Open the door, John. I am ready."

"Dear Papa, how well you look today! Shall we go to the park, or have you any calls to make?"

"No, my darling, we will go first to the park."

I had dressed myself with particular care on purpose to please him. I saw him taking note of all. His delight in my society appeared to increase. When we were alone he assumed quite a different air towards me. It was not artificially assumed, but evidently real. He lowered his voice; its intonation became more tender-more sympathetic. He would sit in the brougham with my hand in his, gently stroking the soft kid of my gloves, and leaning towards me until his moustache almost brushed my cheek. He would tell me of his Indian experiences, of the battles, his narrow escapes, his troubles and triumphs.

On this occasion it was nearly dark before we returned. We had enjoyed a very snug and confidential drive. His arm was passed round my waist and his right hand toyed as usual with mine. I leanedy head on his shoulder. My warm breath fanned his cheek. His eyes looked into mine. They were fine eyes on ordinary occasions. I fancied now they were full of passion. He kissed me hotly on the lips.

"My darling Eveline, you are cold. Your neck is uncovered."

He essayed to clasp my seal jacket closer. His hand wandered to my bosom. There it stopped.

"Poor little girl, she is too good, too beautiful to be cold when I am by to warm her. I will not drive to the club. I will return with you."

He tightened his grasp of my figure. He renewed his caresses.

"Dearest papa! If you knew all that your little Eveline thinks of you! How she values your love, and your kisses. She has never known much affection before. Now you are with me, all is changed-all is happy."

He turned still more. His breast beat upon mine. Our lips met in a long delicious kiss. He was half beside himself with passionate desire. I was fully as much entranced. The utmost disorder reigned in our embrace-in our posture. His hand trembled violently as he thrust in within my dress and grasped my bosom.

"Oh, my child, how beautiful are you! How magnificent already is your development! What a lovely bust!"

Our faces would have betrayed us had anyone suddenly appeared. They were scarlet with the wildest desire. I dare not give it another name. I noticed we were nearing home. I cautioned Sir Edward. He recovered himself with precipitancy.

We understood each other now. A silent confidence had been sown which would bear its fruits hereafter.

I dressed for dinner with care. No low dress, but a close-fitting bodice which showed my youthful figure to the utmost advantage.

I took especial care to study my papa's tastes. He had excellent taste in dress. Young as I was, I had already acquired among my friends a reputation for correct taste in all matters relating to feminine attire. It seemed to come natural to me. A woman dresses to please others, and in her success or failure she has her reward. It may be that, in some cases, she may dress to spite her own sex, but the ultimate result is the same-she triumphs with the male sex to her dear friends' discomfiture.

Most men have idiosyncrasies in some small matters which in sensual temperaments are sometimes exaggerated to the extent of manias.

Sir Edward was sensual to the center of his being, only you had to find him out. He had a habit of disguising it under qualities of a rougher nature. I knew already his little weak points. They were no manias, but they were there. I traced them. My quick woman's wit, my habit of close observation, a restless spirit of inductive reasoning all combined, enabled me quickly to arrive at a thorough knowledge of his inner character. I detected the sensuous eyes, the evident pleasure with which he fondled my soft gloves, or allowed his gaze to linger upon my daintily fitting little boots.

After dinner, Papa went to his club. Lady L had kept to her room all day. Champagne and soda were doing their work again. Somehow, in spite of Mrs. Lockett's caution, she had got a supply by means of Sippett, her maid. I went up to my own room. Thence I turned into the corridor which led up to Lady L 's suite. Halfway up, I espied Sippett sampling the beef-tea, which, by the doctor's orders, she was taking to her mistress. I felt uneasy. My senses had been roused. I was on fire in my longing for gratification. I hated this restraint. I went back to the dining room. I rang the bell.

"I want some tea, John. What time is it?"

"It's not ten yet, miss."

"Where is the butler?"

"Sir Edward has sent him out, miss, to see the painter. He is not to send his men in the morning unless it is quite fine."

"How is poor Robin, John? I am afraid he is drooping."

"Drooping? Miss Eveline, I wish he was! Why he stands up in the mornings and looks me in the face. It's shocking how he suffers. I'm quite ashamed to look at him, miss."

"So am I, John. All the same, let me see the poor thing. I might be able to do him some good."

The door was shut. John looked all round. He listened. All seemed in order and quiet. He saw his chance. In another instant, he had opened his flap. He twisted his big limb out from under his shirt. My hand closed on it. It was already stretching itself out, and half erect. I loved to feel it thus-so warm, so soft!

I bent my head over it as I sat. I kissed the red tip. The impulse was too strong for my resistance in the condition in which I was. I opened my moist lips. I let the big nut pass in. I sucked it. It swelled and stiffened. John involuntarily moved himself backwards and forwards. It very quickly attained its extreme stiffness and dimensions. I withdrew my face a little to look at it. The big round top shone as if it had been varnished.

"Take care what you do, miss. He's not to be trusted. He's in such a condition. What you have just done has made him more rampageous than ever."

I rubbed his member up and down quickly. He put down his hand and stopped me.

"Oh, Miss Eveline, mind your dress, miss."

"Is it so near, John? Poor Robin! He must have all the pleasure I can give him to make him more tractable."

I put down my head. I applied my lips again. I only released his limb to whisper:

"Let it come so, John! I want it!"

The idea made him mad. He pushed forward, breathing hard. He moved his loins again. I took into my mouth the whole of his big nut. I tickled it with my tongue. I moved both hands in little jerks upon the white shaft. I let it reach the back of my throat.

"Oh, Miss Eveline! Oh, my good Lord! I shall come! Oh!"

He discharged. My mouth was instantly filled with a torrent of his sperm. I swallowed as much as I could. It flew from him in little jets. It must have given him immense pleasure. Soon all was over.

"Now fetch the tea, John. I hope Robin will be better. If it had not been a cock-your Robin-I should have said it had laid an egg and broken it."

"Hansom! Here you are, miss!"

"Go to P Street, Soho. Stop at the corner."

I alighted. I paid the fare. I walked on. I could not recognize the house. There was a chemist there, however. The usual colored bottles in the window which still adorn those establishments in indifferent neighborhoods. I walked in. The fair young man was behind the counter. He did not know me through my thick veil. I waited until he had served his customer, and then I said:

"I have come for another syringe, please."

He looked hard at me. I lifted my veil. His face brightened with pleasure.

"Oh, it's you! My dearest girl, how delighted I am!"

"Yes! I did not know the house again-surely you have altered the outside."

"Yes, I have had it all done up. When you came before, I was only the assistant. Now the place is mine. I have purchased the lease and taken over the business. But really now, I am so glad to see you. Come into my back room. It is now my consulting room."

"You are a surgeon, then?"

"Yes, my pet. I have taken out my diploma now. Things have been looking better for me. A relation left me a legacy."

"I congratulate you. I am really pleased at what you tell me."

He sat down. He took both my hands in his as I stood before him. He inspected me from head to foot.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

"I am trying to make out who and what you are."

"You had better not do that."

"But I have been thinking so much of you, and wondering if ever I should see you again. You don't know how much I have thought of you. You are not an ordinary girl, you see. You seem quite different from others."

"Perhaps I am not. I should not like you to interest yourself too much in me."

He observed me attentively. He seemed suddenly to grasp the situation.

"I knew it! You are not of that class at all. But you know you are running a great risk. You must have a position to lose."

I felt annoyed. He saw it, I thought. I was the more angry, because he was quite right.

"You must not suppose I am always so easily assailed as by you on the last occasion. I assure you I know very well how to protect myself."

"Yes, yes, I am sure you do, dear girl, but there are many dangers of which you, at your age, can know little or nothing."

"That may be. Before I go any further, you must promise me one thing: not to attempt, in any way, to know more of me than I choose to disclose. Can you not be content with that, and promise me?"

I read disappointment in his eyes.

"Well then, so be it! But I have let my memory dwell on you so long since I saw you-you-are so beautiful that I felt fond of you. Some day, possibly, you will trust me further."

We sat on the sofa. He put his arm round my waist and kissed me.

"You have forgiven me then. I know you will respect my incognito."

"Of course I will! Who could refuse anything to such a beauty as you? Look here! It is Saturday, and just time to close. We can remain here undisturbed. My boy puts up the shutters. You make me feel worse than ever."

He began to whisper indecencies which made my cheeks burn, and not wholly from shame. He got excited. His expressions grew coarse.

"Did I do it nicely last time? Would you like it again? I am longing for it! So are you, I can feel. Oh, how sweet you smell! How soft your beautiful legs are!"

Meanwhile the boy had put the shutters up and closed the shop.

"Shall we do it on the sofa? Put your dear little feet up. So! Never mind the boy; he's gone out to get his tea. We are quite alone. We can amuse ourselves all the afternoon in here, now. See, here's the syringe! It's awfully stiff. You shall feel it work, too. I know how to please you. I'm awfully randy."

"So am I," I said. And what fun! And it was to be so. I could see his instrument grow rigid. "What a fine syringe! Is it loaded? You'll syringe me nicely, won't you? Tell me, did you like me last time? Was it very, very nice? You're awfully large and stiff."

He undressed. I grew impatient. He assisted me in removing my walking dress. I slipped out of my skirts to stand wanton in my stays and stockings. Already I could feel my lower lips swell and slicken. I was now an easy prey to a man. He felt me all over. I was as excited as himself. Our lips met. Our tongues fondled each other. He bore me back to the sofa. I fell on my back. He toppled onto my belly.

"Open your legs! You're longing for it! How wet your pretty slit is! Let me put it in for you, darling. There it goes! It's in! Oh, God! How tight you are!"

He got right up me at the first lunge. Then he raised himself on his hands. He seemed to be contemplating his victory.

"It feels so nice-it's lovely! You're so stiff and strong."

He went to work. He churned up and down. I closed my eyes. I panted with the feeling of luxury which was fast increasing. He drove his limb into me up to the balls, and then withdrew it to the nut. My spasms came suddenly upon me. I kicked about with my legs, I heaved up my body. I squeaked aloud like a rabbit. I was not ashamed to return him his indecencies. I sang the praises of his long and lovely cock. I implored him not to spare me-to push as hard as he liked. To punish me with the thing. The old sofa trembled and groaned. His thrusts were lovely. He held on to me tighter than ever.

"Oh, Christ! I am just about spending!"

"Give it to me, dear, I want it-all of it!"

"Now! Take that then!"

His weight fell on me. I felt a warm jet of his nectar come from him. It filled my slit. Then he lay still.

After the storm-a calm. My friend produced some tea and bread and butter. The tea refreshed me. He commenced to talk professionally. He asked me many questions. Some I answered, others I avoided. He seemed a sensible young man. He was evidently much attached to his profession.

"I have had lots of experience with women. When I was at Guy's, I was for some time dresser to Sir William. I liked my work. He would trust me, when the others were not to be counted on. Do you know, you are most splendidly made? I never met any girl so young, and yet so wonderfully developed. I have a great fancy to see you stripped."

He fondled me in a wanton manner as we sat together. His fingers were between my thighs. I did not care to restrain him. Suddenly, without any warning, he slipped his second finger into me as far as he could go.

"Goodness me! My dear girl, really you are wonderful! You have an abnormally long vagina. I cannot even arrive at the matrix."

"Do let me be! Oh! I say! This is too much-really!"

"But what I say is true. You must remember, I am your doctor now. Will you only let me examine you properly? I might tell you something more than you know already. Something to your own benefit-trust in me!"

The appeal was not in vain. He rose and went to a drawer. He produced a small instrument. At his request I lay down. He proceeded to examine me professionally.

"It is as I thought. There is nothing to alarm you. Nothing even to distress you. But, may I tell you? Well, I do not remember so distinct a case. Everything is perfect, except one little thing. That slight impediment is quite sufficient, unless it is removed, to prevent you from ever becoming enceinte."

"But how is that? You take my breath away!"

"It is quite true, nevertheless. A little thing-a membrane to divide, a very slight operation to undergo, and you can be the mother of a family. Without it-as you are-never!"

I was thunderstruck. His air was now that of the skilled physician. I felt he was speaking the truth.

"You are quite sure of what you tell me?"

"As sure as that I am kissing your sweet lips. More than that, it is most curious in a young woman of your build, but let me tell you, you have the longest-I mean the deepest-vagina I have ever examined. Still more curious: I have good reason to know that the elasticity is perfect and the diameter very narrow."

It was already late in the afternoon as I passed the entrance to the mews by our house. A thought occurred to me. I had not ridden my beautiful horse which papa had just bought for me. I would try him tomorrow. I turned towards our stables.

I put my hand on the latch of the door. As I did so, I heard the sound of conversation. A woman's voice-a low and smothered exclamation. I am a woman. I am endowed, I suppose, with the curiosity natural to my sex. I dropped the latch noiselessly. I looked around. There was one window. Under it stood an empty barrow. The piece of muslin that served for a sort of blind had come off the nail. One end hung down. I mounted into the barrow. I looked into the stable. There was just sufficient light for me to see the groom standing at the foot of an empty stall. With him was Mary, the under- housemaid. They were close together. His arm was round her waist, while she held in her right hand-yes, I was right-the man's privates! A huge, erect, and solid male organ! Such as one dreams of, as large, or even larger and longer, than that of my first friend, "Teapot."

The thing seemingly trembled in the air when Mary paused to admire it, as though sheepish at such exposure. But when she returned to her ministrations, the bulbous purple nut would emerge hungrily from her fist. Like a carnivore after its prey. How I longed to sit before them at that moment! To take this thick thing from her hand into my mouth, to swirl my tongue around the head as it slipped forward. But alas, I would want to suck more of it. She would have to let go so I could get the entire shaft down to the balls until I should feel the thing swell there deep inside me. And as I would want to milk the jism with my lips until the last spasm subsided, there could truly be no such intervention. I continued to gaze, fascinated by the lewd sight, for fully a minute. Then, fearful of discovery, I stole back to the house trembling in every limb, with a mad desire to be in Mary's place-a fearfully jealous longing to get her out of the way.