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came into his terms, in the hope of being well paid for my
complaisance. There was no deficiency on that score. On the very
next morning, I received presents from him, which were followed
up by a long train of kindred attentions. I was afraid of not
being able to hold in my chains a man of his exalted rank: and
this apprehension was the better founded, because it was a matter
of notoriety, that he had escaped from the clutches of several
celebrated beauties, whose chains he had worn, only for the
purpose of breaking. But for all that, so far from surfeiting on
the relish of my kindness, his appetite grew by what it fed on.
In short, I found out the secret of entertaining him, and
impounding his heart, naturally roving, so that it should not go
astray according to its usual volatility.
He had now been my admirer for three months, and I had every
reason to flatter myself that the arrangement would be lasting,
when a lady of my acquaintance and myself happened to go to an
assembly, where the duchess his wife was of the party. We were
invited to a concert of vocal and instrumental music. We
accidentally seated ourselves too near the duchess, who took it
into her head to be affronted, that I should exhibit my person in
a place where she was. She sent me word by one of her women, that
she should take it as a favour if I would quit the room
immediately. I sent back an answer, just as saucy as the message.
The duchess, irritated to fury, laid her wrongs before her
husband, who came to me in person, and said: Retire, Lucinda.
Though noblemen of the first rank attach themselves to pretty
playthings like yourself, it is highly unbecoming in you to
forget your proper distance. If we love you better than our
wives, we honour our wives more than you: whenever, therefore,
your insolence shall go so far as to set yourselves up for their
rivals under their very noses, you will always be mortified, and
made to know your places.
Fortunately the duke held his cruel language to me in so low a
tone of voice as not to have been overheard by the people about
us. I withdrew in deep confusion, and cried with vexation at
having incurred such an affront. At once, to crown my shame and
aggravate my chastisement, the actors and actresses got hold of
the story on the very same evening. To do them justice, these
gentry must contrive to entertain a familiar spirit, whose
business is to fly about, and whisper in the ear of one whatever
falls out amiss to the other. Suppose, for instance, that an
actor gets drunk and makes a fool of himself; or an actress gets
hold of a rich cully and makes a fool of him! The green-room is
sure to ring with all the particulars, and a few more than are
true. All my kindred of the sock and buskin were informed at once
of what had happened at the concert, and a blessed life they led
me with their quips and quiddities. Never was there charity like
theirs. Without beginning at home, heaven only knows where it
ends! But I held myself too high to be affected by their jibes
and jeers: nor did even the loss of the Duke de Medina Coeli hang
heavy on my spirits; for true it was, I never saw him more at my
toilette, but learned, a very short time after, that he had got
into the trammels of a little warbler.
When a theatrical lady has the good luck to be in fashion, she
may change her lover as often as her petticoat: and one noble
fool, should he even recover his wits at the end of three days,
serves excellently well for a decoy to his successor. No sooner
was it buzzed about Madrid, that the duke had raised the siege,
than a new host of would-be conquerors appeared before the
trenches. The very rivals whom I had sacrificed to his wishes,
looking at my charms through the magnifying medium of delay and
disappointment, came back again in crowds to encounter new
caprices; to say nothing of a thousand fresh hearts, ready to
bargain on the mere report of my being to let. I had never been
so exclusively the mode. Of all the men who put in for being
cajoled by me, a portly German, belonging to the Duke of Ossuna’s
household, seemed to bid highest. Not that his personal
attractions were by any means the most catching; but then there
were a thousand amiable pistoles on the list of candidates,
scraped together by perquisites in his master’s service, and
turned adrift with the prodigality of a prince, in the hope of
becoming my favoured lover. This fat pigeon to be plucked was by
name Brutandorf. As long as his pockets were lined, his reception
was warm: empty purses meet.with fastened doors. The principles
on which my friendship rested were not altogether to his taste.
He came to the play to look after me during the performance. I
was behind the scenes. It was his humour to load me with
reproaches; it was mine to laugh in his face. This provoked his
boorish wrath, and he gave me a box on the ear, like a clumsy-fisted German as he was. I set up a loud scream: the business of
the stage was suspended. I came forward to the front, and,
addressing the Duke of Ossuna, who was at the play on that
occasion with his lady duchess, begged his protection from the
German gallantry of his establishment. The duke gave orders for
our proceeding with the piece, and intimated that he would hear
the parties after the curtain had dropped. At the conclusion of
the play I presented myself in all the dreary pomp of tragedy
before the duke, and laid open my griefs in all the majesty of
woe. As for my German pugilist, his defence was on a level with
his provocation; so far from being sorry for what he had done,
his fingers itched to give me another dressing. The cause being
heard pro and con, the Duke of Ossuna said to his Scandinavian
savage: Brutandorf I dismiss you from my service, and beg never
to see anything more of you, not because you have given a box on
the ear to an actress, but for your failure in respect to your
master and mistress, in having presumed to interrupt the progress
of the play in their presence.
This decision was a bitter pill for me to swallow. It was high
treason against my histrionic majesty, that the German was not
turned off on the ground of having insulted me. It seemed
difficult to conceive the possibility of a greater crime than
that of insulting a principal actress: and where crimes are
parallel, punishments should tally. The retribution in this case
would have been exemplary; and I expected no less. This
unpleasant occurrence undeceived me, and proved, to my
mortification, that the public distinguished between the actors
and the personages they may chance to enact. On this conviction,
my pride revolted at the theatre: I resolved to give up my
engagements to go and live at a distance from Madrid. I fixed on
the city of Valencia for the place of my retreat, and went
thither under a feigned character, with a property of twenty
thousand ducats in money and jewels: a sum in my mind more than
sufficient to maintain me for the remainder of my days, since it
was my purpose to lead a retired life. I rented a small house at
Valencia, and limited my establishment to a female servant and a
page, who were as ignorant of my birth, parentage, and education,
as the rest of the town. I gave myself out for the widow of an
officer belonging to the king’s household, and intimated that I
had made choice of Valencia for my residence, on the report that
it was one of the most agreeable neighbourhoods in Spain. I saw
very little company, and maintained so reserved a deportment,
that there never was the slightest suspicion of my having been an
actress. Yet, not withstanding all the pains I took to hide
myself from the garish eye of day, I had worse success against
the piercing ken of a gentleman, who had a country seat near
Paterna. He was of an ancient family, in person genteel and
manly, from five-and-thirty to forty years of age, nobly
connected, but scandalously in debt; a contradiction in the
vocabulary of honour, neither more unaccountable nor uncommon in
the kingdom of Valencia, than what takes place every day in other
parts of the civilized world.
This gentleman of a generation or two before the present, finding
my person to his liking, was desirous of knowing if in other
respects I was a commodity for his market. He set every engine at
work to inquire into the most minute particulars, and had the
pleasure to learn from general report, that I was a warm widow
with a comfortable jointure, and a person little, if anything,
the worse for wear. It struck him that this was just the match;
so that in a very short time an old lady came to my house,
telling me, from him, that with equal admiration of my virtues
and my charms, he laid himself and his fortune at my feet, and
was ready to lead me to the altar, if I could condescend so far
as to become his wife. I required three days to make up my mind
on the subject. In this interval, I made inquiries about the
gentleman; and hearing a good character of him, notwithstanding
the deranged state of his finances, it was my determination to
marry him without more ado, so that the preliminaries were soon
ratified by a definitive treaty.
Don Manuel de Xerica, for that was my husband’s name, took me
immediately after the ceremony to his castle, which had an air of
antiquity highly flattering to his family pride. He told a story
about one of his ancestors who built it in days of yore, and
because it was not founded the day before yesterday, jumped to a
conclusion that there was not a more ancient house in Spain than
that of Xerica. But nobility, like perishable merchandise, will
run to decay; the castle, shored up on this side and on that, was
in the very agony of tumbling to pieces: what a buttress for Don
Manuel and for his old walls was his marriage with me! More than
half my savings were laid out on repairs; and the residue was
wanted to set us going in a genteel style among our country
neighbours. Behold me, then, you who can believe it, landed on a
new planet, transformed into the presiding genius of a castle,
the Lady Bountiful of my parish: our stage machinery could never
have furnished such a change! I was too good an actress not to
have supported my new rank and dignity with appropriate grace. I
assumed high airs, theatrical grandeurs, a most dignified strut
and demeanour; all which made the bumpkins conceive a wonderful
idea of my exalted origin. How would they not have tickled their
fancies at my expense, had they known the real truth of the case!
The gentry of the neighbourhood would have scoffed at me most
unmercifully, and the country people would have been much more
chary of the respect they shewed me.
It was now near six years that I had lived very happily with Don
Manuel, when he ended ways, means, and life together. My legacy
consisted of a broken fortune to splice, and your sister
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