The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Alain René le Sage [most read books .txt] 📗
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Far from taking after those little wanton vagrants, who are hey-go-mad after striplings, and give themselves up to the
fascinations of exterior appearance, she has a proper insight
into things, staid, ripe, and judicious: what she wants is the
bon� fide spirit and discretion of a man; a lover who has served
an apprenticeship to his trade, in preference to all the flashy
fellows of the modern school. This is but an epitome of the
panegyric, which the noble dupe Don Gonzales pronounced upon his
mistress. He burdened himself with the task of proving her a
compendium of all human perfection; but the lecture was little
calculated for the conviction of the hearer. I had attended an
experimental course among the actresses; and had always found
that the elderly candidates had been plucked in their amours.
Yet, as a matter of courtesy, it was impossible not to put on the
semblance of giving implicit credit to my master’s veracity; I
even added chivalry to courtesy, and threw down my glove on
Euphrasia’s penetration and the correctness of her taste. My
impudence went the length of asserting, that it was impossible
for her to have selected a better-provided crony. The grown-up
simpleton was not aware that I was fumigating his nostrils at the
expense of his addled brain; on the contrary, he bristled at my
praises; so true is it, that a flatterer may play what game he
likes against the pigeons of high life! They let you look over
their hand, and then wonder that you beat them.
The old crawler, having scribbled through his billet-doux,
restrained the luxuriance of a straggling hair or two with his
tweezers; then bathed his eyes in the nostrum of some perfumer to
give them a brilliancy which their natural gum would have
eclipsed. His ears were to be picked and washed, and his hands to
be cleansed from the effects of his other ablutions; and the
labours of the toilette were to be closed, by pencilling every
remaining hair in the disforested domain of his whiskers,
pericranium, and eyebrows. No old dowager, with a purse to buy a
second husband, ever took more pains to assure herself by the
cultivation of her charms, that the person and not the fortune
should be the object of attraction. The assassin stab of time was
parried by the quart and tierce of art. Just as he had done
making himself up, in came another old fogram of his
acquaintance, by name the Count of Asumar. This genius made no
secret of his grey locks; leant upon a stick, and seemed to plume
himself on his venerable age instead of wishing to appear in the
hey-day of his prime. Signor Pacheco, said he as he came in, I am
come to take potluck with you to-day. You are always welcome,
count, rejoined my master. No sooner said than done! they
embraced with a thousand grimaces, took their seats opposite to
one another, and began chatting till dinner was served.
Their conversation turned at first upon a bull-feast which had
taken place a few days before. They talked about the cavaliers,
and who among them had displayed most dexterity and vigour;
whereupon the old count, like another Nestor, whom present events
furnish with a topic of expatiating on the past, said with a
deep-drawn sigh: Alas! where will you meet with men now-a-days,
fit to hold a candle to my contemporaries? The public diversions
are a mere bauble, to what they were when I was a young man. I
could not help chuckling in my sleeve at my good lord of Asumar’s
whim; for he did not stop at the handywork of human invention.
Would you believe it? At table, when the fruit was brought in, at
the sight of some very fine peaches, this ungrateful consumer of
the earth’s produce exclaimed: In my time, the peaches were of a
much larger size than they are now; but nature sinks lower and
lower from day to day. If that is the case, said Don Gonzales
with a sneer, Adam’s hot house fruit must have been of a most
unwieldy circumference.
The Count of Asumar staid till quite evening with my master, who
had no sooner got rid of him, than he sallied forth with me in
his train. We went to Euphrasia’s, who lived within a stone’s
throw of our house, and found her lodged in a style of the first
elegance. She was tastefully dressed, and for the youthfulness of
her air might have been taken to be in her teens, though thirty
bonny summers at least had poured their harvests in her lap. She
had often been reckoned pretty, and her wit was exquisite.
Neither was she one of your brazen-faced jilts, with nothing but
flimsy balderdash in their talk, and a libertine forwardness in
their manners: here was modesty of carriage as well as propriety
of discourse; and she threw out her little sallies in the most
exquisite manner, without seeming to aspire beyond natural good
sense. Oh heaven! said I, is it possible that a creature of so
virtuous a stamp by nature should have abandoned herself to
vicious courses for a livelihood? I had taken it for granted,
that all women of light character carried the mark of the beast
upon their foreheads. It was a surprise therefore to see such
apparent rectitude of conduct; neither did it occur to me that
these hacks for all customers could go at any pace, and assume
the polish of well-bred society, to impose upon their cullies of
the higher ranks. What if a lively petulance should be the order
of the day? they are lively and petulant. Should modesty take its
turn in the round of fashion, nothing can exceed their outward
show of prudent and delicate reserve. They play the comedy of
love in many masks; and are the prude, the coquette, or the
virago, as they fall in with the quiz, the coxcomb, or the bully.
Don Gonzales was a gentleman and a man of taste; he could not
stomach those beauties who call a spade a spade. Such were not
for his market; the rites of Venus must be consummated in the
temple of Vesta. Euphrasia had got up her part accordingly, and
proved by her performance that there is no comedy like that of
real life. I left my master, like another Numa with his Egeria,
and went down into a hall, where whom should fortune throw in my
way but an old abigail, whom I had formerly known as maid-of-all-work to an actress? The recognition was mutual. So! well met once
more, Signor Gil Blas, said she. Then you have turned off
Arsenia, just as I have parted with Constance. Yes, truly,
answered I, it is a long while ago since I went away, and
exchanged her service for that of a very different lady. Neither
the theatre nor the people about it are to my taste. I gave
myself my own discharge, without condescending to the slightest
explanation with Arsenia. You were perfectly in the right,
replied the new-found abigail, called Beatrice. That was pretty
much my method of proceeding with Constance. One morning early, I
gave in my accounts with a very sulky air; she took them from me
in moody silence, and we parted in a sort of well-bred dudgeon.
I am quite delighted, said I, that we have met again, where we
need not be ashamed of our employers. Donna Euphrasia looks for
all the world like a woman of fashion, and I am much deceived if
she has not reputation too. You are too clear-sighted to be
deceived, answered the old appendage to sin. She is of a good
family; and as for her temper, I can assure you it is
unparalleled for evenness and sweetness. None of your termagant
mistresses, never to be pleased, but always grumbling and
scolding about everything, making the house ring with their
clack, and fretting poor servants to a thread, whose places, in
short, are a hell upon earth! I have not in all this time heard
her raise her voice on any occasion whatever. When things happen
not to be done exactly in her way, she sets them to rights
without any anger, nor does any of that bad language escape her
lips, of which some high-spirited ladies are so liberal. My
master, too, rejoined I, is very mild in his disposition; the
very milk of human kindness; and in this respect we are, between
ourselves, much better off than when we lived among the
actresses. A thousand times better, replied Beatrice; my life
used to be all bustle and distraction; but this place is an
actual hermitage. Not a creature darkens our doors but this
excellent Don Gonzales. You will be my only helpmate in my
solitude, and my lot is but too greatly blessed. For this long
time have I cherished an affection for you: and many a time and
oft have I begrudged that Laura the felicity of engrossing you
for her sweetheart; but in the end I hope to be even with her. If
I cannot boast of youth and beauty like hers, to balance the
account, I detest coquetry, and have all the constancy as well as
affection of a turtle-dove.
As honest Beatrice was one of those ladies who are obliged to
hawk their wares, and cheapen themselves for want of cheapeners
in the market, I was happily shielded from any temptation to
break the commandments. Nevertheless, it might not have been
prudent to let her see in what contempt her charms were held; for
which reason I forced my natural politeness so far, as to talk to
her in a style not to cut off all hope of my more serious
advances. I flattered myself then, that I had found favour in the
eyes of an old dresser to the stage: but pride was destined to
have a fall, even on so humble an occasion. The domestic
trickster did not sharpen her allurements, from any longing for
my pretty person; her design in subduing me to the little soft
god was to enlist me for the purposes of her mistress, to whom
she had sworn so passive an obedience, that she would have sold
her eternal self to the old chapman, who first set up the trade
of sin, rather than have disappointed her slightest wishes. My
vain conceit was sufficiently evident on the very next morning,
when I carried an Ovidian letter from my master to Euphrasia. The
lady gave me an affable
reception, and made a thousand pretty speeches, echoed from the
practised lips of her chambermaid. The expression of my
countenance was peculiarly interesting to the one: but that
within which passeth shew was the flattering theme of the other.
According to their account, the fortunate Don Gonzales had picked
up a treasure. In short, my praises ran so high, that I began to
think worse of myself than I had ever done in the whole course of
my life. Their motive was sufficiently obvious; but I was
determined to play at diamond cut diamond. The simper of a
simpleton is no bad countermine to the attack of a sharper. These
ladies under favour were of the latter description, and they soon
began to open their batteries.
Hark you, Gil Blas, said Euphrasia, fortune declares in your
favour if you do not balk her. Let us put our heads together, my
good friend. Don Gonzales is old, and a good deal shaken in
constitution; so that a very little fever, in the hands of a very
great doctor, would carry him to a better place. Let us take time
by the forelock, and ply our arts so busily as to secure to me
the largest slice of his effects. If I prosper, you
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