The fact is that in the refined epoch, so-called, in which we live,

every description of non-legitimized union in love becomes a

libertinage, and the woman who abandons herself to it becomes a profane

idol. Whether she be a duchess, or a foolish maid, you may write verses

over her fall, but you cannot forget it. The worm is in the fruit. My

love for Kondjé-Gul knows no such shame, and needs no guilty excuses.

Proud of her slavish submission, she can love me without derogating in

the least from her own self-respect. In Kondjé's eyes, her tender

embraces are legitimate, her glory is the conquest of my heart. I am her

master, and she abandons herself to me without transgressing any duty.

Being a daughter of Asia, she fulfils her destiny according to the moral

usages and the beliefs of her native land: to these she remains faithful

in loving me: her religion has no different rule, her virtue no

different law.

That is why I love her, and why my heart is possessed by such a frank

and open loyalty towards her. You speak to me about the future, and ask

me what will happen when the time comes for my marriage to Anna

Campbell? Well, the future is still in the distance, my dear fellow;

when it comes upon me we will see what I will do! Meanwhile I love and

content myself with loving!

Will that satisfy you? Oh yes, I confess my errors, I abjure my pagan

vanities, and my sultanic principles. I give up Mahomet! I have found my

Damascus road. True love has manifested itself to me in all its glory,

shining through the clouds; it has inspired me with its grace, and my

false idols lie prostrate in the dust----Would you like me to make you a

present of my harem? If this offer suits you, send me a line, and I will

forward what remains of it to you with all despatch: you shall then give

it my news, for it is six weeks now since I have seen my two sultanas.

Only make haste--in eight days' time they are to return to

Constantinople. The blessings of civilization are decidedly banes to

these little animals. Liberty in Paris would soon ruin them. I have

provided for them, and am sending them away.

I mention all this to show you in what happiness I bask. Reassured by my

affection, and confident in the future, my Kondjé-Gul has recovered that

sweet serenity which makes our love such a delicious dream. As the

fierce Kiusko is now unmasked, we laugh at his foolish plots as you may

well imagine!




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