Madame de V- was vibrating betwixt the first of those epochas: the
colour of the rose was fading fast away;--she ought to have been a
deist five years before the time I had the honour to pay my first
visit.
She placed me upon the same sofa with her, for the sake of
disputing the point of religion more closely.--In short Madame de
V- told me she believed nothing.--I told Madame de V- it might be
her principle, but I was sure it could not be her interest to level
the outworks, without which I could not conceive how such a citadel
as hers could be defended;--that there was not a more dangerous
thing in the world than for a beauty to be a deist;--that it was a
debt I owed my creed not to conceal it from her;--that I had not
been five minutes sat upon the sofa beside her, but I had begun to
form designs;--and what is it, but the sentiments of religion, and
the persuasion they had excited in her breast, which could have
check'd them as they rose up?
We are not adamant, said I, taking hold of her hand;--and there is
need of all restraints, till age in her own time steals in and lays
them on us.--But my dear lady, said I, kissing her hand,--'tis too-
-too soon.
I declare I had the credit all over Paris of unperverting Madame de
V-.
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