The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane - Alain René le Sage (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📗
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sharp-pointed, turn-up chin of a pantaloon.
This whole arrangement of structure and symmetry did not exactly
make up the complete model of a nobleman according to the ideas
of ancient art; nevertheless, as I believed him to be in a temper
of mind favourable to the gratification of my wishes, I looked at
his defects with an indulgent eye, and found him a man very much
to my satisfaction. One of the best points about him was, that he
received the public at large with the utmost affability and
complacency, holding out his hand for petitions with as much good
humour as if he were the person to be obliged, and this was a
sufficient set-off against anything untoward in the expression of
his countenance. In the mean time, when in my turn I came forward
to pay my respects and make myself known to him, he darted at me
a glance of rude dislike and frightful menace; then turning his
back, without condescending to give me audience, retired into his
closet. Then it was that the ugliness of this nobleman’s features
appeared in all the extravagance of caricature: so that I made
the best of my way out of the saloon, thunderstruck at so savage
a reception, and quite at a loss how to conjecture what might be
the consequence.
Having got back to Scipio, who was waiting for me at the door —
Can you guess at all, said I, what sort of a greeting mine was?
No, answered he, not as to the minute particulars; but with
respect to the substance, easily enough: the minister, ready upon
all occasions to fall in with the fancies of his royal master,
must of course have made you a handsome offer of an ostensible
and lucrative situation. That is all you know about the matter,
replied I; and then went on to acquaint him circumstantially with
all that passed. He listened to me with serious attention, and
then said — The count could not have recollected your person; or
rather, he must have been deceived by a fortuitous resemblance
between you and some impertinent suitor. I would advise you to
try another interview; I will lay a wager he will look on you
more kindly. I adopted my secretary’s suggestion, and stood for a
second time in the presence of the minister; but he, behaving to
me still worse than at first, puckered up his features the moment
my unlucky countenance came within his ken, just as if it was
connected with some lodged hate and certain loathing, which of
force swayed him to offend, himself being offended; after this
significant demonstration, he turned away his glaring eyeballs,
and withdrew without uttering a word.
I was stung to the quick by so hostile a treatment, and in a
humour to set out immediately on my return to Valencia; but to
that project Scipio uniformly opposed his steady objections, not
knowing how for the life of him to part with those flattering
hopes which fancy had engendered in his brain. Do you not see
plainly, said I, that the count wishes to drive me away from
court? The monarch has testified in his presence some sort of
favourable intention towards me, and is not that enough to draw
down upon me the thorough hatred of the monarch’s favourite? Let
us drive before the wind, my good comrade; let us make up our
minds to put quietly into port, and leave the open sea and the
honours of the flag in the possession of an enemy with whom we
are too feeble to contend. Sir, answered he, in high resentment
against the Count of Olivarez, I would not strike so easily. I
would go and complain to the king of the contempt in which his
minister held his recommendation. Bad advice, indeed, my friend,
said I; to take so imprudent a step as that, would soon bring
bitter repentance in the train of its consequences. I do not even
know whether it is safe for me to remain any longer in this town.
At this hint, my secretary communed a little with his own
thoughts; and, considering that in point of fact we had to do
with a man who kept the key of the tower of Segovia in his
pocket, my fears became naturalized in his breast. He no longer
opposed my earnest desire of leaving Madrid, and I determined to
take my measures accordingly on the very next day.
CH. III. — The project of retirement is prevented, and Joseph
Navarro brought upon the stage again, by an act of signal
service.
ON my way home to my lodgings I met Joseph Navarro, whom the
render will recollect as on the establishment of Don Balthasar de
Zuniga, and one of my old friends. I made my bow first at a
distance, then went up to him, and asked whether he knew me
again, and if he would still be so good as to speak to a wretch
who had repaid his friendship with ingratitude. You acknowledge
then, said he, that you have not behaved very handsomely by me?
Yes, answered I; and you are fully justified in laying on your
reproaches thick and threefold: I deserve them all, unless indeed
my guilt may be thought to have been atoned by the remorse of
conscience attendant on it. Since you have repented of your
misconduct, replied Navarro, embracing me, I ought no longer to
hold it its remembrance. For my part, I knew not how to hug
Joseph close enough in my arms; and we both of us resumed our
original kind feelings towards one another.
He had heard of my imprisonment and the derangement of my
affairs; but of what followed he was totally ignorant I informed
him of it; relating word for word my conversation with the king,
without suppressing the minister’s late ungracious reception of
me, any more than my present purpose of retiring into my
favourite obscurity. Beware of removing from the scene of action,
said he: since the sovereign has shown a disposition to befriend
you, there are always uses to be made of such a circumstance.
Between ourselves, the Count of Olivarez has something rather
unaccountable in his character: he is a very good sort of
nobleman, but rather whimsical withal: sometimes, as on the
present occasion, he acts in a most offensive manner, and none
but himself can furnish a clue to disentangle the intricate
thread of his motives and their results. But however this may be,
or whatever reasons might have swayed him to give you so scurvy a
reception, keep your footing here, and do not budge; he will not
be able to hinder you from thriving under the royal shelter and
protection; take my word for that! I will just give a hint upon
the subject this evening to Signor Don Balthasar de Zuniga, my
master; he is uncle to the Count of Olivarez, and shares with him
in the toils and cares of office. Navarro having given me this
assurance, inquired where I lived, and then we parted.
It was not long before we met again; for he came to call on me
the very next day. Signor de Santillane, said he, you are not
without a protector; my master will lend you his powerful
support: on the strength of the good character which I have given
your lordship, he has promised to speak to his nephew, the Count
of Olivarez, in your behalf; and I doubt not but he will
effectually prepossess him in your favour. My friend Navarro not
meaning to serve me by halves, introduced me two days afterwards
to Don Balthasar, who said with a gracious air: Signor de
Santillane, your friend Joseph has pronounced your panegyric in
terms which have won me over completely to your interest. I made
a low obeisance to Signor de Zuniga, and answered, that to the
latest period of my life I should entertain the most lively sense
of my obligation to Navarro, for having secured to me the
protection of a minister, who was considered, and that for the
best reasons possible, as the presiding genius, the greater
luminary, or, as it were, the eye and mind of the ministerial
council. Don Balthasar, at this unexpected stroke of flattery,
clapped me on the shoulder with an approving chuckle, and
returned my compliment by a more significant intimation: You may
call on the Count of Olivarez again to-morrow, and then you will
have more reason to be pleased with him.
For the third time, therefore, did I make my appearance before
the prime minister, who, picking me out from among the mob of
suitors, cast upon me a look conveying with it a simper of
welcome, from which I ventured to draw a good omen. This is all
as it should be, said I to myself; the uncle has brought the
nephew to his proper bearings. I no longer anticipated any other
than a favourable reception, and my confidence was fully
justified. The count, after having given audience to the
promiscuous crowd, took me with him into his closet, and said
with a familiar address: My friend Santillane, you must excuse
the little disquietude I have occasioned you merely for my own
amusement; it was done in sport, though it was death to you, for
the sole purpose of practising on your discretion, and observing
to what measures your disgust and disappointment would incite
you. Doubtless you must have concluded that your services were
displeasing to me; but on the contrary, my good fellow, I must
confess frankly, that, as far as appears at present, you are
perfectly to my mind. Though the king my master had not enjoined
me to take charge of your fortunes, I should have done so of my
own free choice. Besides, my uncle, Don Balthasar de Zuniga, to
whom I can refuse nothing, has requested me to consider you as a
man for whom he particularly interests himself: that alone would
be enough to fix my confidence in you, and make me most sincerely
your friend.
This outset of my career produced so lively an impression on my
feelings, that they became unintelligibly tumultuous. I threw
myself at the minister’s feet, who insisted on my rising
immediately, and then went on to the following effect: Return
hither to-day after dinner, and ask for my steward: he will
acquaint you with the orders which I shall have given him. With
these words his excellency broke up the conference to hear mass,
according to his constant custom every day after giving audience:
he then attended the king’s levee.
CH. IV. — Gil Blas ingratiates himself with the Count of
Olivarez.
I DID not fail returning after dinner to the prime minister’s
house, and asking for his steward, whose name was Don Raymond
Caporis. No sooner had I made myself known, than paying his
civilities to me in the most respectful manner, Sir, said he,
follow me if you please: I am to do myself the honour of shewing
you the way to the apartment which is ordered for you in this
family. Having spoken thus, he led me up a narrow staircase to a
gallery communicating with five or six rooms, which composed the
second story belonging to one wing of the house, and were
furnished neatly, but without ostentation. You behold, resumed
he, the lodging assigned you by his lordship, where you will
always have a table of six persons, kept at his expense. You will
be waited on by his own servants; and there will always be a
carriage at your command. But that is not all: his excellency
insisted on it in the most pointed manner, that you should be
treated in every respect with the same attention as if you
belonged to the house of Guzman.
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