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deny it, replied Lucinda: I love that renegado, and mean to take
him for my fourth husband. What an idea! interrupted I with
horror: you, to marry a Mussulman! You forget yourself to be a
Christian, or rather have hitherto been one only in name and not
in heart. Ah! my dear mother, what a futurity do you present to
my imagination! You are running headlong to your eternal ruin.
You are going to do voluntarily, and from impure motives, what I
have only done under the pressure of necessity.
I urged many other arguments in the same strain, to turn her
aside from her purpose: but all my eloquence was wasted; she had
made up her mind to her future destiny. Not satisfied with
following the bent of her base inclinations, and leaving her son
to go and live with this renegado, she had even formed a design
to settle Beatrice in her own family. This I opposed with all my
might and main. Ah! wretched Lucinda, said I, if nothing is
capable of keeping you within the limits of your duty, at least
rush on perdition alone; confine with in yourself the fury which
possesses you; cast not a young innocent headlong over a
precipice, though you yourself may venture on the leap. Lucinda
quitted my presence in moody silence. It struck me that a remnant
of reason still enlightened her, and that she would not
obstinately persevere in requiring her daughter to be given up to
her. How little did I know of my mother! One of my slaves said to
me two days afterwards: Sir, take care of yourself. A captive
belonging to Pegelin has just let me into a secret, of which you
cannot too soon avail yourself. Your mother has changed her
religion; and as a punishment upon you for having refused
Beatrice to her wishes, it is her purpose to acquaint the bashaw
with your flight. I could not for a moment doubt but what Lucinda
was the woman to do just what my slave had said she would. The
lady had given me manifold opportunities of studying her
character; and it was sufficiently evident that by dint of
playing bloody parts in tragedy, she had familiarized herself
with the guilty scenes of real life. It would not in the least
have gone against her nature to have got me burned alive; nor
probably would she have been more affected by my exit after that
fashion, than by the winding up of a dramatic tale.
The warning of my slave, therefore, was not to be neglected. My
embarkation was hastened on. I took some Turks on board,
according to the practice of the Algerine corsairs when going on
a piratical expedition: but I engaged no more than was necessary
to blind the eyes of jealousy, and weighed anchor from the port
as soon as possible, with all my slaves and my sister Beatrice.
You will do right to suppose, that I did not forget, in that
moment of anxiety, to pack up my whole stock of money and jewels,
amounting probably to the worth of six thousand ducats. When we
were fairly out at sea, we began by securing the Turks. They were
easily mastered, as my slaves outnumbered them. We had so
favourable a wind, that we made the coast of Italy in a very
short time. Without let or hindrance, we got into the harbour of
Leghorn, where I thought the whole city must have come out to see
us land. The father of my slave Azarini, either accidentally or
from curiosity, happened to be among the gazers. He looked with
all his eyes at my captives, as they came ashore; but though his
object was to discover his lost son among the number, it was with
little hope of so fortunate a result. But how powerful is the
plea of nature! What transports, expressed by mutual embraces,
followed the recognition of a tie so close, but so painfully
interrupted for a time!
As soon as Azarini had acquainted his father who I was, and what
brought me to Leghorn, the old man obliged me, as well as
Beatrice, to accept of an apartment in his house. I shall pass
over in silence the description of a thousand ceremonies,
necessary to be gone through, in order to my return into the
bosom of the church; suffice it to say, that I forswore
Mahometanism with much more sincerity than I had pledged myself
to it. After having entirely purged myself from my Algerine
leaven, I sold my ship, and set all my slaves at liberty. As for
the Turks, they were committed to prison at Leghorn, to be
exchanged against Christians. I received kind attention in
abundance from the Azarini family: indeed, the young man married
my sister Beatrice, who, to speak the truth, was no bad match for
him, being a gentleman’s daughter, and inheriting the castle of
Xerica, which my mother had taken care to let out to a rich
tanner of Paterna, when she resolved upon her voyage to Sicily.
From Leghorn, after having staid there some time, I departed for
Florence, a town I had a strong desire to see. I did not go
thither without letters of recommendation. Azarini the father had
connections at the grand duke’s court, and introduced me to them
as a Spanish gentleman related to his family. I tacked don to my
name, in honest rivalry of impudence with other low Spaniards,
who take up that travelling title of honour without compunction,
when far enough from home to set detection at defiance. Boldly
then did I dub myself Don Raphael; and appeared at court with
suitable splendour, on the strength of what I had brought from
Algiers, to keep my nobility from starving. The high personages,
to whom old Azarini had written in my favour, gave out in their
circle that I was a person of quality; so that with this
testimony, and a natural knack I had of giving myself airs, the
deuce must have been in it if I could not have passed muster for
a man of some consequence. I soon got to be hand in glove with
the principal nobility; and they presented me to the grand duke.
I had the good fortune to make myself agreeable. It then became
an object with me to pay court to that prince, and to study his
humour. I sucked in with greedy ear all that his most experienced
courtiers said about him, and by their conversation fathomed all
his peculiarities. Among other things, he encouraged a play of
wit; was fond of good stories and lively repartees. On this hint
I formed myself. Every morning I wrote down in my pocket-book
such anecdotes as I meant to rack off in the course of the day.
My stock was considerably extensive; so that I was a walking
budget of balderdash. Yet even my estate in nonsense required
economy; and I began to get out at elbows, so as to be reduced to
borrow from myself, and mortgage my resources twenty times over:
but when the shallow current of wit and wisdom was nearly at its
summer drought, a torrent of matter-of-fact lies gave new force
to the exhausted stream of quibble. Intrigues which never had
been intrigued, and practical jokes which had never been played
off were the tools I worked with, and exactly to the level of the
grand duke: nay, what often happens to dull dealers in
inextinguishable vivacity, the mornings were spent in finaciering
those hinds of conversation, which were to be drawn upon after
dinner, as if from a perennial spring of preternatural wealth.
I had even the impudence to set up for a poet, and made my
broken-winded muse trot to the praises of the prince. I allow
candidly that the verses were execrable; but then they were quite
good enough for their readers; and it remains a doubt whether, if
they had been better, the grand duke would not have thrown them
into the fire. They seemed to be just what he would have written
upon himself. In short, it was impossible to miss the proper
style on such a subject But whatever might be my merit as a poet,
the prince, by little and little, took such a liking to my
person, as gave occasion of jealousy to his courtiers. They tried
to find out who I was. This, however, was beyond their compass.
All they could learn was, that I had been a renegado. This was
whispered forthwith in the prince’s ear, in the hopes of hurting
me. Not that it succeeded: on the contrary, the grand duke one
day commanded me to give him a faithful account of my adventures
at Algiers. I obeyed; and the recital, without reserve on my
part, contributed more than any other of my stories to his
entertainment
Don Raphael, said he, after I had ended my narrative, I have a
real regard for you, and mean to give you a proof of it, which
will place my sincerity beyond a doubt Henceforth you are
admitted into my most private confidence, as the first fruits of
which, you are to know that one of my ministers has a wife, with
whom I am in love. She is the most enchanting creature at court;
but at the same time the most impregnable. Shut up in her own
household, exclusively attached to a husband who idolizes her,
she seems to be ignorant of the combustion her charms have
kindled in Florence. You will easily conceive the difficulty of
such a conquest And yet this epitome of loveliness, so deaf to
all the whispers of common seduction, has sometimes listened to
my sighs. I have found the means of speaking to her without
witnesses. She is not unacquainted with my sentiments. I do not
flatter myself with having warmed her into love; she has given me
no reason to form so sweet a conjecture. Yet I will not despair
of pleasing her by my constancy, and by the cautious conduct,
even to mystery, which I take care to observe.
My passion for this lady, continued he, is known only to herself.
Instead of pursuing my game wantonly, and overleaping the rights
of my subjects like a true sovereign, I conceal from all the
world the knowledge of my love. This delicacy seems due to
Mascarini, the husband of my beloved mistress. His zeal and
attachment to me, his services and honesty, oblige me to act in
this business with the closest secrecy and circumspection. I will
not plunge a dagger into the bosom of this ill-starred husband,
by declaring myself a suitor to his wife. Would he might for ever
be insensible, were it within possibility, to the secret flame
which devours me: for I am persuaded that he would die of grief,
were he to know the circumstances I have just now confided to
you. I therefore veil my pursuit in impenetrable darkness; and
have determined to make use of you, for the purpose of conveying
to Lucretia the merit of the sacrifices my delicacy imposes on my
feelings. Of these you shall be the interpreter. I doubt not but
you will acquit yourself to a marvel of your commission. Contrive
to be intimate with Mascarini; make a point of worming yourself
into his friendship. Then an introduction to his family will be
easy; and you will secure to yourself the liberty of conversing
freely with his wife. This is what I require from you, and what I
feel assured that you will execute with all the dexterity and
discretion necessary to so delicate an undertaking.
I promised the grand duke to do my utmost, in furtherance of his
good opinion, and in aid of his success with the object of his
desires. I kept my word
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