Chapter 14
The first glimmers of dawn have chased away the shadows of night from the country temple of pleasure, now still the temple of sleep. On the branches of the tall trees the birds have begun to sing.
Just a few hours ago Liz officially became Mrs. Richard...With Madam de O, now a widow, they had gone off to this country retreat far from the insipid and noisy atmosphere of the big cities, and far from inquisitive eyes.
The newlyweds had entered their nuptial room in the company of Madam de O, who left quietly only after the two young people were engaged in amorous play. From the door she gave her darlings one last admiring look before retiring to her own room. Several hours later a ray of moonlight illumined her radiantly happy face as she slumbered. Perhaps she was dreaming of all the long days, months, years of love, of fucking ahead-and all the delights in which she would take part-at the sides of her two beloved children.