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occurred. Santillane, said his excellency, the place of governor
in the royal prison of Valladolid is vacant: it is worth more
than three hundred pistoles a year; and is yours if you will
accept of it. Not if it were worth ten thousand ducats, answered
I, for it would carry me away from your lordship. But, replied
the minister, you may fill it by deputy, and only visit
occasionally. That is as it may be, rejoined I; but I shall only
accept it on condition of resigning in favour of Don Andrew de
Tordesillas, a brave and loyal gentleman; I should like to give
him this place in acknowledgment of his kindness to me in the
tower of Segovia.
This plea made the minister laugh heartily, and say: As far as I
see, Gil Blas, you mean to make yourself a general patron. Even
so be it, my friend; the vacancy is yours for Tordesillas; but
tell me unfeignedly what fellow-feeling you have in the business,
for you are not such a fool as to throw away your interest for
nothing. My lord, answered I, Don Andrew charged me nothing for
all his acts of friendship, and should not a man repay his
obligations? You are become highly moral and self-mortified,
replied his excellency; rather more so than under the last
administration. Precisely so, rejoined I; then evil communication
corrupted my principles; bargain and sale were the order of the
day, and I conformed to the established practice: now, all
preferment is allotted on the footing of a meritorious free gift,
and my integrity shall not be the last to fall in with the
fashion.
CH. XIV. — Santillane’s visit to the poet Nunez, the company and
conversation.
ONE day, after dinner, a fancy seized me to go and see the poet
of the Asturias, feeling a sort of curiosity to know on what
floor he lodged. I repaired to the house of Signor Don Bertrand
Gomex Del Ribero, and asked for Nunez. He does not live here now,
said the porter, but over the way, in apartments at the back of
the house. I went thither, and crossing a small court, entered an
unfurnished parlour, where my friend Fabricio was sitting at
table, doing the honours to five or six guests from the hamlet
and liberty of Parnassus.
They were at the latter end of a feast, and of course at the
beginning of an affray; but as soon as they perceived me, a dead
silence succeeded to their obstreperous argumentation. Nunez rose
from his seat with much pomp and circumstance of politeness to
receive me, saying: Gentlemen, Signor de Santillane! He does me
the honour to visit me under this humble roof; as the favourite
of the prime minister, you will all join with me in tendering
your humble services. At this introduction, the worshipful
company got up and made their best bows; for my rank could not
fail of procuring me respect from the manufacturers of
dedications. Though I was neither hungry nor thirsty, it was
impossible not to sit down and drink a toast in such society.
My presence appearing to be a restraint, Gentlemen, said I, it
should seem that I have interrupted your conversation: resume it,
or you drive me away. My learned friends, said Fabricio, were
discussing the “Iphigenia” of Euripides. The bachelor, Melchior
de Vill�gas, a clever man of the first rank in the republic of
letters, resumed the topic by asking Don Jacinto de Romerate
which was the point of interest in that tragedy. Don Jacinto
ascribed it to the imminent danger of Iphigenia. The bachelor
contended, offering to prove his proposition by all the evidence
admissible at the bar of logic or criticism, that the danger of a
trumpery girl had nothing to do with the real sympathy of that
affecting piece. What has to do with it then? bawled the old
licentiate Gabriel of Leon indignantly. It turns with the wind,
replied the bachelor.
The whole company burst into a shout of laughter at this
assertion, which they were far from considering as serious; and I
myself thought that Melchior had only launched it by way of
adding the zest of wit to the severity of critical discussion.
But I was out in my calculation respecting the character of that
eminent scholar: he had not a grain of sprightliness or
pleasantry in his whole composition. Laugh as you please,
gentlemen, replied he, very coolly; I maintain that there is no
circumstance but the wind, unless it be the weathercock, to
interest, to strike, to rouse the passions of the spectator.
Figure to yourselves a multitudinous army, assembled for the
purpose of laying siege to Troy; take into account the eager
haste of the officers and common men to carry their enterprise
into execution, that they may return with their best legs
foremost into Greece, where they have left everything most dear
to them, their household gods, their wives and their children:
all this while a mischievous wind from the wrong quarter keeps
them port-bound at Aulis, and, as it were, drives a nail into the
very head of the expedition; so that till better weather, it was
impossible to go and lay siege to Priam’s town. Wind and weather
therefore make up the interest of this tragedy. My good wishes
are with the Greeks: my whole faculties are wrapped up in the
success of their design; the sailing of their fleet is with me
the only hinge of the fable, and I look at the danger of
Iphigenia with somewhat of a self-interested complacency, because
by her death the winding up of the story into a brisk and
favourable gale was likely to be accelerated,
As soon as Vill�gas had finished his criticism, the laugh burst
out more than ever, at his expense. Nunez was sly enough to side
with him, that a fairer scope and broader mark might be presented
to the shafts of malicious wit which were let fly from all the
quarters in the shipman’s card, at this poster of the sea and
land. But the bachelor, eyeing them all with sublime indifference
and supreme contempt, gave them to understand how low in the list
of the ignorant and vulgar they ranked in his estimation. Every
moment did I expect to see these vapouring spirits kindle into a
blaze, and wage war against the hairy honours of each other’s
brainless skulls: but the joke was not carried to that length;
they confined their hostilities to opprobrious epithets, and took
their leave when they had eaten and drunk as much as they could
get.
After their departure, I asked Fabricio why he had separated
himself from his treasurer, and whether they had quarrelled.
Quarrelled! answered he: Heaven defend me from such a misfortune!
I am on better terms than ever with Signor Don Bertrand, who gave
his consent to my living apart from him: here therefore I receive
my friends, and take my pleasure with them unmolested. You know
very well that I am not of a temper to lay up treasures for those
who are to come after me; and as it happens luckily, I am now in
circumstances to give my little classical entertainments every
day. I am delighted at it, my dear Nunez, replied I, and once
more wish you joy on the success of your last tragedy: the great
Lope, by his eight hundred dramatic pieces, never made a quarter
of the money which you have got by the damnation of your “Count
de Saldagna.”
BOOK THE TWELFTH.
CH I. — Gil Blas sent to Toledo by the minister. The purpose of
his journey and its success.
For nearly a month his excellency had been saying to me every
day: Santillane, the time is approaching, when I shall call your
choicest powers of address into action; but the time that was
coming never came. It is a long lane, however, where there is no
turning; and his excellency at length spoke to me nearly as
follows: They say that there is, in the company of comedians at
Toledo, a young actress of much note for her personal and
professional fascinations; it is affirmed that she dances and
sings like all the muses and graces put together, and that the
whole theatre rings with applause at her performance: to these
perfections is added matchless and irresistible beauty. Such a
star should only shine within the circle of a court. The king has
a taste for the stage, for music, and for dancing: nor must he be
debarred from the pleasure of seeing and hearing such a prodigy.
I have determined on sending you to Toledo, that you may judge
for yourself whether she really is so extraordinary an actress:
on your feeling of her merit my measures shall be taken; for I
have unlimited confidence in your discernment.
I undertook to bring his lordship a good account of this
business, and made my arrangements for setting out with one
servant, but not in the minister’s livery, by way of conducting
matters more warily; and that precaution relished well with his
excellency. On my arrival at Toledo, I had scarcely alighted at
the inn, when the landlord, taking me for some country gentleman,
said: Please your honour, you are probably come to be present at
the august ceremony of an Auto da F� to-morrow. I answered in the
affirmative, the more completely to mislead him, and keep my own
counsel. You will see, replied he, one of the prettiest
processions you ever saw in your life: there are said to be more
than a hundred prisoners, and ten of them are to be roasted.
In good truth, next morning, before sunrise, I heard all the
bells in the town peal merrily; and the design of their bob-majors was to acquaint the people that the pastime was about to
begin. Curious to see what sort of a recreation it was, I dressed
in a hurry, and posted to the scene of action. All about that
quarter, and along the streets where the procession was to pass,
were scaffolds, on one of which I purchased a standing. The
Dominicans walked first, preceded by the banner of the
Inquisition. These Christian fathers were immediately followed by
the hapless victims of the holy office, selected for this day’s
burnt-offering. These devoted wretches walked one by one with
their head and feet bare, each of them with a taper in his hand,
and a fiery, not baptismal godfather by his side. Some had large
yellow scapularies, worked with crosses of St Andrew, in red;
others wore sugar-loaf caps of paper, illustrated with flames,
and diabolical figures of all sorts by way of emblem.
As I looked narrowly at these objects of religious gaze, with a
compassion in my heart which might have been construed criminal,
had it run over from my eyes, I fancied that the reverend Father
Hilary and his companion brother Ambrose were among those who
figured in the sugar-loaf caps. They passed too near for me to be
deceived. What do I see? thought I inwardly: heaven, wearied out
with the wicked lives of these two scoundrels, has given them up
to the justice of the Inquisition! My whole frame trembled at the
thought, and my spirits were scarcely equal to support me from
fainting. My connection with these knaves, the adventure at
Xelva, all our pranks in partnership rushed upon my memory, and I
did not know how sufficiently to thank God for having preserved
me from St Andrew’s crosses and the painted devils on the paper
caps.
When the ceremony was over, I returned to the inn, with my heart
sickening at the dreadful sight; but painful impressions soon
wear away, and I thought only of my commission and its due
accomplishment. I waited with impatience
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