Thing is I had no clear notion of what the girls looked like, This was 1855, Late April or early May. “That is what they have become, Belles de Nuit, or Belles de Jour this afternoon,” I pointed out. I went to the Mont Marche next afternoon. “And pleasure your selves before I take you each in turn,” I said, “It’s my birthday and I promised myself a treat,” I explained. There was little time to spare, the arrangement was for one hour only, I disrobed and this encouraged the two to disrobe themselves. We stood out like a sore thumb so reluctantly I took Charlotte shopping for something more ostentatious, admittedly while being somewhat parsimonious with my spending. Each night I had Ellie first, then Sylvie and finally Charlotte. Looking back I suppose I was a fool, but a fool with a quite a substantial fortune and some wonderful memories.
