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may flatter himself that, if anything beyond common civility had
been granted at all, it would have been to him only. Well! Who
says to the contrary? interrupted Don Matthias in a bantering
way. I agree with you, that the lady is a very pretty behaved
young lady. On my part, I am a very pretty behaved young
gentleman. Ergo, you may rest assured that nothing took place
between us but what was pretty and well behaved. Indeed! This is
too much, interrupted Don Lope in his turn; let us lay aside this
unseasonable jesting. You are an impostor. Donna Clara never gave
you an appointment by night. Her reputation shall not be
blackened by your ribaldry. But prudence and delicacy forbid my
describing what must pass between you and me. With this retort on
his lips, he looked contemptuously round, and withdrew with a
menacing aspect, which anticipated serious consequences to my
judgment. My master, whose courage was better than his cause,
held the threats of Don Lope in derision. A blockhead! exclaimed
he, bursting into a loud fit of laughter. Our knights-errant used
to tilt for the beauty of their mistresses, this fellow would
engage in the lists for the forlorn hope of virtue in his; he is
more ridiculous than his prototypes.
Velasco’s retiring, in vain opposed by Moncade, occasioned no
interruption to the merriment. The party, without thinking
further about it, kept the ball up briskly, and did not part till
they had made free with the next day. We went to bed, that is, my
master and myself, about five o’clock in the morning. Sleep sat
heavy on my eyelids, and, as I thought, was taking permanent
possession thereof; but I reckoned without my host, or rather
without our porter, who came and waked me in an hour, to say that
there was a lad inquiring for me at the door. Oh! thou infernal
porter, muttered I indistinctly, through the interstices of a
long yawn, do you consider that I have but now got to bed? Tell
the little rascal that I am just asleep; he must come again by-and-by. He insists, replied Cerberus, on speaking with you
instantly; his business cannot wait. As that was the case I got
up, put on nothing but my breeches and doublet, and went down-stairs, swearing and gaping. My friend, said I, be so good as to
let me know what urgent affair procures me the honour of seeing
you so early? I have a letter, answered he, to deliver personally
into the hands of Signor Don Matthias, to be read by him without
loss of time; it is of the last consequence to him — pray show
me into his room. As I thought the matter looked serious, I took
the liberty of disturbing my master. Excuse me, said I, for
waking you, but the pressing nature … . What do you want?
interrupted he, just in my style with the porter. Sir, said the
lad who was at my elbow, here is a letter from Don Lope de
Velasco. Don Matthias looked at the cover, broke it, and after
reading the contents, said to the messenger of Don Lope — My
good fellow, I never get up before noon, let the party be ever so
agreeable; judge whether I can be expected to be stirring by six
in the morning for a small-sword recreation. You may tell your
master, that if he chooses to kick his heels at the spot till
half-past twelve, we will come and see how he looks there —
carry him that answer. With this flippant speech he plunged down
snugly under the bed clothes and fell fast asleep again as if
nothing had happened.
Between eleven and twelve he got up and dressed himself with the
utmost composure, and went out, telling me that there was no
occasion for my attendance: but I was too much on the tenterhooks
about the result to mind his orders. I sneaked after him to Saint
Jerome’s meadow, where I saw Don Lope de Velasco waiting for him.
I took my station to watch them; and was an eye-witness to all
the circumstances of their rencounter. They saluted, and began
their fierce debate without delay. The engagement lasted long.
They exchanged thrusts alternately, with equal skill and mettle.
The victory, how ever, was on the side of Don Lope: he ran my
master through, laid him helpless on the ground, and made his
escape, with apparent satisfaction at the severe reprisal. I ran
up to the unfortunate Don Matthias, and found him in a most
desperate situation. The sight melted me. I could not help
weeping at a catastrophe to which I had been an involuntary
contributor. Nevertheless, with all sympathy, I had still my
little wits about me. Home went I in a hurry, without saying a
word. I made up a bundle of my own goods and chattels,
inadvertently slipping in some odd articles belonging to my
master: and when I had deposited this with the barber, where my
dress as a fine gentleman was still lodged, I published the news
of the fatal accident. Any gaper might have it for the trouble of
listening; and above all, I took care to make Rodriguez
acquainted with it. He would have been extremely afflicted, but
that his own proceedings in this delicate case required all his
attention. He called the servants together, ordered them to
follow him, and we went all together to Saint Jerome’s meadow.
Don Matthias was taken up alive, but he died three hours after he
was brought home. Thus ended the life of Signor Don Matthias de
Silva, only for having taken a fancy to reading supposititious
love-letters unseasonably.
CH. IX. — A new service, after the death of Don Matthias de
Silva.
Some days after the funeral, the establishment was paid up and
discharged. I fixed my head-quarters with the little barber, in a
very close connection with whom I began to live. It seemed to
promise more pleasure than with Melendez. As I was in no want of
money, it was time enough to think of another place: besides, I
had got to be rather nice on that head. I would not go into
service any more, but in families above the vulgar. In short, I
was determined to inquire very strictly into the character of a
new place. The best would not be too good; such high pretensions
did the late valet of a young nobleman think himself entitled to
assume above the common herd of servants.
Waiting till fortune should throw a situation in my way, worthy
to be honoured by my acceptance, I thought I could not do better
than to devote my leisure to my charming Laura, whom I had not
seen since the pleasant occurrence of our double discovery. I
could not venture on dressing as Don Caesar de Ribera; it would
have been an act of madness to have assumed that style but as a
disguise. Besides that my own suit was not much out of condition,
all smaller articles had propagated miraculously in the aforesaid
bundle. I made myself up, therefore, with the barber’s aid, as a
sort of middle man between Don Caesar and Gil Blas. In this demi-character, I knocked at Arsenia’s door. Laura was alone in the
parlour where we had met last. Ah! is it you? cried she, as soon
as she saw me; I thought you were lost. You have had leave to
come and see me for this week: but it seems you are modest, and
do not presume too much on your license.
I made my apology on the score of my master’s death, with my own
engagements consequent thereupon; and I added, in the spirit of
gallantry, that in my greatest perplexities, my lovely Laura had
always been foremost in my thoughts. That being so, said she, I
have no more reproaches to make; and I will frankly own that I
have thought of you. As soon as I was acquainted with the
untimely end of Don Matthias, a plan occurred to me, probably not
quite displeasing to you. I have heard my mistress say some time
ago, that she wanted a sort of man of business; a good
arithmetician, to keep an exact account of our outgoings. I fixed
my affections on your lordship; you seem exactly calculated for
such an office. I feel myself, answered I, a steward by
inspiration. I have read all that Aristotle has written on
finance; and as for reducing it to the modern system of book-keeping … . But, my dear girl, there is one impediment in the
way. What impediment? said Laura. I have sworn, replied I, never
again to live with a commoner: I have sworn by Styx, or something
else as binding. If Jupiter could not burst the links of such an
oath, judge whether a poor servant ought not to be bound by it.
What do you mean by a commoner? re joined the impetuous abigail:
for what do you take us actresses? Do you take us for the ribs of
the limbs of the law? for attorneys’ wives? I would have you to
know, my friend, that actresses rank with the first nobility;
being only common to the uncommon, and therefore, though common,
uncommonly illustrious.
On that footing, my uncommon commoner, said I, the post you have
destined for me is mine: I shall not lower my dignity by
accepting it. No, to be sure, said she: backwards and forwards
between a puppy of fashion and a she-wolf of the stage; why, it
is exactly preserving an equilibrium of rank in the creation. We
are sympathetic animals, just on a level with the people of
quality. We have our equipages in the same style; we give our
little suppers on the same scale; and on the broad ground we are
just of as much use in civil society. In fact, to draw a parallel
between a marquis and a player through the space of four and
twenty hours, they are just on a par. The marquis, for three-fourths of the time, ranks above the player by political courtesy
and sufferance: the player, during his hour on the stage,
overtops the marquis in the part of an emperor or a king, which
he better knows how to enact. Thus there seems to be a balance
between natural and political nobility, which places us at least
on a level with the live lumber of the court. Yes, truly, replied
I, you are a match for one another, there is no gainsaying it.
Bless their dear hearts! the players are not men of straw, as I
foolishly believed, and you have made my mouth water to serve
such a worshipful fraternity. Well, then! resumed she, you have
only to come back again in two days. That time will be sufficient
to incline my mistress in your favour; I will speak up for you.
She is a little under my influence; I do not fear bringing you
under this roof.
I thanked Laura for her good dispositions. My gratitude took the
readiest way to prove itself to her comprehension; and my tender
thrillings expressed more than words. We had a pretty long
conversation together, and it might have lasted till this time,
if a little skipping fellow had not come to tell my nymph of the
side scenes that Arsenia was inquiring for her. We parted. I left
the house, in the sweet hope of soon living there scot-free; and
my face was shown up again at the door in two days. I was looking
out for you, said my accomplished scout, to assure you that you
are a messmate at this house. Come, follow me; I will introduce
you to my mistress. At these words, she led me into a suite of
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