"Why do you wound me so?" Respectable, is it? Well! He had been going to warn Bahorel before he started putting his brush to work filling the city-country-something with naked women. But Bahorel can do without warning.

"--Mm, my own satisfaction. Who among us finds more than a moment of that? Anything approaching that state lasts some few seconds before the sweat is cooling on your back and you notice that the only warm blanket is on the floor."