“Would you consider doing a favour for me, dear John?” she asked sweetly, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Anything that is within my power,” he said.
“Well, first of all I have to tell you a secret. Perhaps it is one that will shock you.”
“I am less ignorant of the ways of the world than you suppose, Miss Bennet,” he replied. “I am not easily shocked. And now you have intrigued me.”
“You know,” Elizabeth said, “that though I so much enjoy our time together, you are not the first who has come to my bed. Nor are you the only one at this time.”
“What a bad girl you are, truly,” John said, laughing. “Even as you whisper sweet nothings to me, you are thinking of another’s caresses!”
“I think the intensity of your caresses is such that all thoughts of others are driven from my mind,” Eliz
