gazed at him, the more I heard about his life, and the more I read his character from his countenance, his manners, and his adventures, the more did I discover in him lovable qualities. His ravishing beauty, his countenance ever beaming with smiles, his kindly disposition toward me, his hot sensual nature, his fearlessness, dare-deviltry, and thorough recklessness, and his intense masculinity in general, attracted me so strongly that I became ready—as already stated—to run the great risk of disclosing to my employer my perverted nature, and thus losing the excellent position I held. We talked on numerous subjects. After I had ascertained that he was a good-hearted fellow who would not easily take offense, and a Don Juan, I began to prepare to disclose my nature.
"You have a beautiful golf suit on."
"I shall never wear the rag again except to go skating in next winter."
"You must not do that. It sets your form off beautifully. You are the handsomest and the best-dressed fellow on the boat."
"Thank you. I'd give you a quarter for the compliment if I had the change."
"You appear to think I am flattering you, or making sport of you, but I mean what I say. You have a beautiful build, and know how to dress in good taste."
"From my hips down I am well enough built, but higher up I am too skinny."
"Not a bit of it. You are just perfection all over. Your form is as beautiful as that of Apollo."
After a while, before I had been able to come to the point of distinctly disclosing that I was an invert, he said
