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care of the house, who told me that his master was just gone to
the castle of Leyva, having been sent for on account of
Seraphina’s dangerous illness.
The count’s absence was altogether unexpected: here was no longer
any inducement to stay at Toledo, and all my plans were changed
at once. Finding myself so near Madrid, I resolved to go thither.
It came into my head that I might make my way at court, where
talents of the first order, as I had heard, were not absolutely
necessary to fill situations of the first consequence. On the
very next morning I took advantage of back carriage, to be set
down in the renowned capital of Spain. Fortune took me kindly by
the hand, and introduced me to a higher cast of parts than those
I had hitherto filled.
CH. XII. — Gil Blas takes lodgings in a ready-furnished house.
He gets acquainted with Captain Chinchilla. That officer’s
character and business at Madrid.
ON my first arrival at Madrid, I fixed my head-quarters in a
lodging-house, where resided, among other persons, an old
captain, who was come from the distant part of New Castile, to
solicit a pension at court, and he thought his claims but too
well founded. His name was Don Annibal de Chinchilla. It was not
without much staring that I saw him for the first time. He was a
man about sixty, of gigantic stature, and of anatomical leanness.
His whiskers were like brushwood, fencing off the two sides of
his face as high as his temples. Besides that, he was short in
his reckoning by an arm and a leg, there was a vacancy for an
eye, which Polypheme would have supplied as he did, had patches
of green silk been then in the fashion; and his features were
hacked sufficiently to illustrate a treatise of geometry. With
these exceptions, his configuration was much like that of another
man. As to his mental qualities, he was not altogether without
understanding; and what he wanted in quickness he made up by
gravity. His principles were rigid in the extreme; and it was his
particular boast to be delicate on the point of honour.
After two or three interviews, he distinguished me by his
confidence. I soon got into all his personal history: he related
on what occasions he had left an eye at Naples, an arm in
Lombardy, and a leg in the Low Countries. The most admirable
circumstance in all his narratives of battles and sieges, was,
that not a single feature of the swaggerer peeped out; not a word
escaped him to his own honour and glory; though one could readily
have forgiven him for making some little display of the half
which was still extant of himself, as a set-off against the
dilapidations which had deducted so largely from the usual
contexture of a man. Officers who return from their campaigns
without a scratch upon their skin or a love-lock out of place,
are not always so humble in their pretensions.
But he told me that what gave him most uneasiness was, the having
wasted a considerable portion of his private fortune on military
objects, so that he had not more than a hundred ducats a year
left; a poor establishment for such a pair of whiskers, a
gentleman’s lodging, and an amanuensis to multiply memorials by
wholesale. For in point of fact, my worthy friend, added he,
shrugging his shoulders, I present one, with a blessing on my
endeavours, every day, and the last meets with the same attention
as the first. You would say that it was an even bet between the
prime minister and me, which of us two shall be fired first; the
memorialist or the receiver of the memorials. I have often had
the honour, too, of addressing the king on the same subject; but
the rector and his curate say grace in the same key; and in the
mean time, my castle of Chinchilla is falling to ruin for want of
necessary repairs.
Faint heart never won fair lady, said I most wisely to the
captain; you are perhaps on the eve of finding all your marches
and countermarches repaid with usury. I must not flatter myself
with that pleasing expectation, answered Don Annibal. It is but
three days since I spoke to one of the minister’s secretaries;
and if I am to trust his representations, I have only to hold up
my head and look big. What then did he say to you? replied I. Had
those poor dumb mouths your wounds no eloquence, to wring a
hireling pittance for their profuse expense of blood? You shall
judge for yourself, resumed Chinchilla. This secretary told me in
good plain terms: My honest friend, you need not boast so much of
your zeal and your fidelity; you have only done your duty in
exposing yourself to danger for your country. Naked glory is the
true and honourable recompense of gallant actions, and as such is
the prize at which a Spaniard aims. You therefore argue on false
principles, if you consider the bounty you solicit as a debt. In
case it should be granted, you will owe that favour exclusively
to the royal goodness, which in its extreme condescension
requites those of its subjects who have served the state
valiantly. Thus you see, pursued the captain, that if I had a
hundred lives they are all pledged, and that I am likely to go
back as hungry as I came.
A brave man in distress is the most touching object in this
world. I exhorted him to stick close, and offered to write his
memorials out fair for nothing. I even went so far as to open my
purse to him, and to beg it as a favour that he would draw upon
me for whatever he wanted. But he was not one of those folks who
never wait to be asked twice on such occasions. So much the
reverse, that with a commendable delicacy on the subject, he
thanked me for my kindness, but refused it peremptorily. He
afterwards told me that, for fear of spunging upon any one, he
had accustomed himself, by little and little, to live with such
sobriety, that the smallest quantity of food was sufficient for
his subsistence; which was but too true. His daily fare was
confined to vegetables, by dint whereof his component parts were
confined to skin and bone. That he might have no witnesses how
ill he dined, he usually shut himself up in his chamber at that
meal. I prevailed so far with him, however, by repeated
entreaties, as to obtain that we should dine and sup together:
then, undermining his pride by little indirect artifices of
compassion, I ordered more provision and wine than I could
consume to my own share. I pressed him to eat and drink. At first
he made difficulties about it; but in the end there was no
resisting my hospitality. After a time, his modesty becoming
fainter as his diet was more flush, he helped me off with my
dinner and lightened my bottle almost without asking.
One day, after four or five glasses, when his stomach had renewed
its intimacy with a more generous system of feeding, he said to
me with an air of gaiety: Upon my word, Signor Gil Blas, you have
very winning ways with you; you make me do just whatever you
please. There is something so hearty in your welcome as to
relieve me from all fear of trespassing on your generous temper.
My captain seemed at that moment so entirely to have got rid of
his bashfulness, that if I had been in the humour to have seized
the lucky moment, and to have pressed my purse once more on his
acceptance, I am much mistaken if he would have refused it. I did
not put him to the trial; but rested satisfied with having made
him my messmate, and taken the trouble not only to copy out his
memorials, but to assist him in their composition. By dint of
having written homilies out fair, I had learnt the knack of
phraseology, and was become a sort of author. The old officer on
his side had some little vanity about writing well. Both of us
thus contending for the prize, the bursts of eloquence would have
done honour to the most celebrated professors of Salamanca. But
it was in vain that we sat on opposite sides of the table, and
drained our genius to the very dregs, to nourish the flowers of
rhetoric in these memorials; you might as well have planted an
orange-grove on the sea-beach. In whatever new light we placed
Don Annibal’s services, it was all the same at court, the
connoisseurs were decided about their merit; so that the battered
veteran had no reason to sing the praises of that spirit which
leads officers on to spend their family estates in the service.
In the virulence of his spleen he cursed the planet under which
he was born, and sent Naples, Lombardy, and the Low Countries to
the devil.
That his mortification might be pressed down and running over, it
happened to his face one day that a poet, introduced by the Duke
of Alva, having recited a sonnet before the king on the birth of
an infant; was gratified with a pension of five hundred ducats. I
believe the lop-limbed captain would have gone raving mad at it,
if I had not taken some pains to recompense his spirit. What is
the matter with you? said I, seeing him quite beside himself.
There is nothing in all this which ought to go so terribly
agaiust the grain. Ever since Mount Parnassus swelled above the
subject plain, have not poets pleaded the privilege of laying
princes under contribution to their muse? There is not a crowned
head in Christendom that has not substituted a pensioned laureate
for the household fool of less refined times. And between
ourselves, this species of patronage, for the most part galloping
down full drive to posterity on the saddle of Pegasus, raises a
hue and cry in honour of royal munificence; but bounty to persons
who are lost in a crowd, however deserving, adds nothing to the
bulk or stature of posthumous renown. Augustus must have drained
his treasury by gratuities, and yet how few of the names on his
pension-list have come down to us! But distant ages shall be
informed, as we are, in all the hyperbole of poetic diction, that
his benefits descended on Virgil like the rain from heaven, whose
drops arithmetic has no combinations to count, no principles by
which to reason on their number.
But let me talk ever so classically to Don Annibal, there was a
confounded acidity in that sonnet which curdled all the milky
ingredients of his moral composition; it was impossible to chew,
swallow, and digest such food with human organs; and he was fully
determined to give the matter up at once. It seemed right,
nevertheless, by way of playing for his last stake, to present
one more memorial to the Duke of Lerma, and if that failed there
was an end of the game. For this purpose we went together to the
prime minister’s. There we met a young man who, after saluting
the captain, said to him in a tone of affection: My old and dear
master, is it your own self that I see? What business brings you
to this mart of favour? If you have occasion for any one to speak
a good word for you, do not spare my lungs; they are entirely at
your service. How is this, Pedrillo? answered the officer; to
hear you talk it should seem as if you held some important post
in
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