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till supper-time, though we supped very early! Then again, from
supper to my master’s bed-time! It should seem as if the march of
the whole family was timed to a largo movement. By way of helping
forward the fidgets, when Don Vincent withdrew to his chamber,
the army was put on the war establishment, and we were obliged to
fight the campaigns in Portugal over again, though my ears had
not recovered from the din of the last cannonade. But a favour,
from which I had hitherto made my escape, was reserved for this
eventful evening. He repeated the army list from beginning to
end, with copious digressions on the exploits of those officers
who had distinguished themselves in his time. Oh my poor
tympanum! It was almost cracked before we got to the end. Time,
however, will wear out even an old man’s story, and he went to
bed. I immediately went to my own little chamber, whence there
was a way into the garden by a private staircase. I depended on
my purchase of perfumery for overcoming the effluvia of the day’s
drudgery, and put on a clean shirt highly scented. When every
invention had been pressed into the service to render my person
worthy of its destiny, and cherish the fondness of my mistress, I
went to the appointment.
Ortiz was not there. I concluded that, tired of waiting for me,
she had gone back to her chamber, and that the happy moment of
philandering was over. I laid all the blame on Don Vincent; but
just as I was singing Te Deum backwards for his campaigns, I
heard the clock strike ten. To be sure it must be wrong! It could
not be less than one o’clock. Yet I was so egregiously out in my
reckoning, that full a quarter of an hour afterwards, I counted
ten upon my fingers by the clock at next door. Vastly well,
thought I to myself; I have only two complete hours to ventilate
my passion here alfresco. At least they shall not complain of me
for want of punctuality. What shall I do with myself till twelve?
Suppose we take a turn about this garden and settle our cues in
the delicious drama just going to be brought on the stage; it is
my first appearance in so principal a character. I am not yet
sufficiently well read in the crotchets of your quality dames. I
know how to tickle a girl in a stuff gown, or an actress: You
swagger up to them with an easy, impudent assurance, and pop the
question without making any bones of it. But one must take a
female of condition on a very different tack. It seems to me,
that in this case the happy swain must be well bred, attentive,
tender, respectful, without degenerating into bashfulness.
Instead of taking his happiness by storm, he must plant his
amorous desires in ambuscade, and wait till the garrison is
asleep, and the outworks defenceless.
Thus it was that I argued, and such were the preconcerted plans
of my campaign with Aurora. After a few tedious minutes,
according to my calculation, I was to experience the ecstasy of
finding myself at the feet of that lovely creature, and pouring
forth a torrent of impassioned nonsense. I scraped together in my
memory all the clap-traps in our stock-plays, which were most
successful with the audience, and might best set off my
pretensions to spirit and gallantry. I trusted to my own
adroitness for the application, and hoped, after the example of
some players in the list of my acquaintance, bringing only a
stock of memory into the trade, to deal upon credit for my wit.
While my imagination was engrossed by these thoughts, which kept
my impatience at bay much more successfully than the commentaries
of my modern Caesar, I heard the clock strike .eleven. This was
some encouragement, and I fell back to my meditations, sometimes
sauntering carelessly about, and sometimes throwing myself at my
length on the turf, in a bower at the bottom of the garden. At
length it struck twelve, the long-expected hour, big with my high
destiny. Some seconds after, Ortiz, as punctual as myself though
less impatient, made her appearance. Signor Gil Blas, said she,
accosting me, how long have you been here? Two hours, answered I.
Indeed! Truly, replied she, laughing, you are very exact; there
is a pleasure in making nocturnal assignations with you.
Yet you may assure yourself; continued she more gravely, that you
cannot pay too dear for such good fortune as that of which I am
the messenger. My mistress wants to have some private talk with
you. I shall not anticipate what may be the subject, that is a
secret which you must learn from no lips but her own. Follow me;
I will show you into her chamber. With these words the duenna
took me by the hand, and led me mysteriously into her lady’s
apartment through a little door, of which she had the key.
CH. II. — Aurora’s reception of Gil Blas. Their conversation.
I FOUND Aurora in an undress. I saluted her in the most
respectful manner, and threw as much elegance into my attitude as
I had to throw. She received me with the most winning affability,
made me sit down by her against all my remonstrances, and told
her ambassadress to go into another room. After this opening,
which seemed highly encouraging to my cause, she entered upon the
business. Gil Blas, said she, you must have perceived how
favourably I have regarded and distinguished you from all the
rest of my father’s servants; and though my looks had not
betrayed my partial dispositions towards you, my proceeding of
this night would leave you no room to doubt them.
I did not give her time to say a word more. It struck me, that as
a man of feeling, I ought to spare her trembling diffidence the
cruel necessity of explaining her sentiments in more direct
terms. I rose from my chair in a transport, and, throwing myself
at Aurora’s feet, like a tragedy hero of the Grecian stage when
he supplicates the heroine “by her knees,” exclaimed in a
declamatory tone — Ah! Madam, could it be possible that Gil
Blas, hitherto the whirligig of fortune and football of embattled
nature, should have called down upon his head the exquisite
felicity of inspiring sentiments Do not speak so loud,
interrupted my mistress with a laugh of mingled apprehension and
ridicule, you will wake my women who sleep in the adjoining
chamber. Get up, take your seat, and hear me out without putting
in a word. Yes, Gil Blas, pursued she, resuming her gravity, you
have my best wishes; and to shew you how deep you are in my good
graces, I will confide to you a secret on which depends the
repose of my life. I am in love with a young gentleman,
possessing every charm of person and face, and noble by birth.
His name is Don Lewis Pacheco. I have seen him occasionally in
the public walks and at the theatre, but I have never conversed
with him. I do not even know what his private character may be,
or what bad qualities he may have. It is on this subject that I
wish to be informed. I stand in need of a person to inquire
diligently into his morals, and give me a true and particular
account. I make choice of you. Surely I run no risk in entrusting
you with this commission. I hope that you will acquit yourself
with dexterity and prudence, and that I shall never repent of
giving you my confidence.
My mistress concluded thus, and waited for my answer to her
proposal. I had been disconcerted in the first instance at so
disagreeable a mistake; but I soon recovered my scattered senses,
and surmounting the confusion which rashness always occasions
when it is unlucky, I exposed to sale such a cargo of zeal. For
the lady’s interests, I devoted myself with so martyr-like an
enthusiasm to her service, that if she did not absolutely forget
my silly vanity in the thought of having pleased her, at least
she had reason to believe that I knew how to make amends for a
piece of folly. I asked only two days to bring her a satisfactory
account of Don Lewis. After which Dame Ortiz, answering the bell,
shewed me the way back into the garden, and said, on taking
leave, Good-night, Gil Blas. I need not caution you to be in time
at the next appointment. I have sufficient experience of your
punctuality on these occasions.
I returned to my chamber, not without some little mortification
at finding my voluptuous anticipations all divested of even their
ideal sweetness. I was nevertheless sufficiently in my senses to
reflect soberly that it was more in my element to be the trusty
scout of my mistress than her lover. I even thought that this
adventure might lead to something further; that the middle men in
the trade of love usually pocket a tolerable percentage; and went
to bed with the resolution of doing whatever Aurora required of
me. For this purpose I went abroad the next morning. The
residence of so distinguished a personage as Don Lewis was not
difficult to find out. I made my enquiries about him in the
neighbourhood, but the people who came in my way could not
satisfy my curiosity to the full, so that it was necessary to
resume my search diligently on the following day. I was in better
luck. I met a lad of my acquaintance by chance in the street, we
stopped for a little gossip. There passed by in the very nick one
of his friends, who came up and told him that he was just turned
away from the family of Don Joseph Pacheco, Don Lewis’s father,
about a paltry remnant of wine, which he had been accused of
drinking. I would not lose so fair an occasion of learning all I
wanted to know, and plied my questions so successfully as to go
home with much self-complacency, at my punctual performance of my
engagements with my mistress. It was on the coming night that I
was to see her again at the same hour and in the same manner as
the first time. I was not in such a confounded hurry this
evening. Far from writhing with impatience under the prolixity of
my old commander, I led him on to the charge. I waited for
midnight with the greatest indifference in the world, and it was
not till all the clocks within ear-shot had struck that I crept
down into the garden, without any nonsense of pomatum and
perfumery. That foppery was completely cured.
At the place of meeting I found the very faithful duenna, who
sneeringly reproached me with a defalcation in my zeal. I made
her no answer, but suffered myself to be conducted into Aurora’s
chamber. She asked me, as soon as I made my appearance, whether I
had gained any intelligence of Don Lewis. Yes, madam, said I, and
you shall have the sum total in two words. I must first tell you,
that he will soon set out for Salamanca, to finish his studies.
The young gentleman is brim full of honour and probity. As for
valour, he cannot be deficient there, since he is a man of birth
and a Castilian. Besides this, he has an infinite deal of wit,
and is very agreeable in his manners; but there is one thing
which can scarcely be to your liking. He is pretty much in the
fashion of our young nobility here at court — exemplarily
catholic in his devotions to the fair. Have you not heard that
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