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farewell. They shall be enclosed in one cover, and serve as an
answer to her own letter. But do not let us proceed to this
extremity till you have examined your heart; it may be you will
repent hereafter of having broken off with Isabella. No, no,
interrupted Don Lewis, I am not such a fool as that comes to; let
it be a bargain, and we will mortify the ungrateful wretch as you
propose.
I immediately sent for pen, ink, and paper, when they sat
themselves down at opposite corners of the table, and drew up a
most tender bill of indictment against Doctor Murcia de la
Llana’s daughter. Pacheco, in particular, was at a loss for
language forcible enough to convey his sentiments in all their
acrimony; away went exordium after exordium, to the tearing and
maiming of five or six fair sheets, before the words looked
crooked enough to please his jealous eyes. At length, however, he
produced an epistle which came up with his most tragical
conceptions. It ran thus — “Self-knowledge is a leading branch
of wisdom, my little philosopher. As a candidate for a
professor’s chair, lay aside the vanity of fancying yourself
amiable. It requires merit of a far different compass to fix my
affections. You have not enough of the woman about you to afford
me even a temporary amusement. Yet do not despair, you have a
sphere of your own, the beggarly servitors in our university have
a keen appetite, but no very distinguishing palate.” So much for
this elegant epistle! When Aurora had finished hers, which rang
the changes on similar topics, she sealed them, wrapped them up
together, and giving me the packet — There, Gil Blas, said she,
take care that comes to Isabella’s hands this very evening. You
comprehend me! added she, with a glance from the corner of her
eye, which admitted of no doubtful construction. Yes, my lord,
answered I, your commands shall be executed to a tittle.
I lost no time in taking my departure; no sooner in the street
than I said to myself — So ho! Master Gil Blas, your part then
is that of the intriguing footman in this comedy. Well! so be it,
my friend! shew that you have wit and sense enough to top it over
the favourite actor of the day. Signor Don Felix thinks a wink as
good as a nod. A high compliment to the quickness of your
apprehension! Is he then in an error? No. His hint is as clear as
daylight. Don Lewis’s letter is to drop its companion by the way.
A lucid exposition of a dark hieroglyphic, enough to shame the
dulness of the commentators. The sacredness of a seal could never
stand against this bright discovery. Out came the single letter
of Pacheco, and away went I to hunt after Doctor Murcia’s abode.
At the very threshold, whom should I meet but the little page who
had been at our lodging. Comrade, said I, do not you happen to
live with the great lawyer’s daughter? His answer was in the
affirmative. I see by your countenance, resumed I, that you know
the ways of the world. May I beg the favour of you to slip this
little memorandum into your mistress’s hand?
The little page asked me on whose behalf I was a messenger. The
name of Don Lewis Pacheco had no sooner escaped my lips, than he
told me — Since that is the case, follow me. I have orders to
shew you up. Isabella wants to confer with you. I was introduced
at once into a private apartment, where it was not long before
the lady herself made her appearance. The beauty of her face was
inexpressibly striking; I do not recollect to have seen more
lovely features. Her manner was somewhat mincing and infantine,
yet for all that it had been thirty good years at least since she
had mewled and puked in her nurse’s arms. My friend, said she
with an encouraging smile, are you on Don Lewis Pacheco’s
establishment? I told her I had been in office for these three
weeks. With this I fired off my paper popgun against her peace.
She read it over two or three times, but if she had rubbed her
eyes till doomsday she would have seen no clearer. In point of
fact, nothing could be more unexpected than so cavalier an
answer. Up went her eyes towards the heavens, appealing to their
rival luminaries. The ivory fences* of her pretty mouth committed
alternate trespass on her soft and suffering lips; and her whole
physiognomy bore witness to the pangs of her distressed and
disappointed heart. Then coming to herself a little, and
recovering her speech — My friend, said she, has Don Lewis
taken leave of his senses? Tell me, if you can, his motive for so
heroic an epistle. If he is tired of me, well and good, but he
might have taken his leave like a gentleman.
Madam, said I, my master most assuredly has not acted as I should
have acted in his place. But he has in some sort been compelled
to do as he has done. If you would give me your word to keep the
secret, I could unravel the whole mystery. You have it at once,
interrupted she with eagerness; depend on it you shall be brought
into no scrape by me, therefore explain yourself without reserve.
Well, then! replied I, the fact is, without paraphrase,
circumlocution, loss of time, or perplexity of understanding, as
I shall distinctly state in two short words — Not half a minute
after the receipt of your letter, there came into our house a
lady, under a veil as impenetrable as her purpose was dark. She
inquired for Signor Pacheco, and talked with him in private for
some time. At the close of the conversation, I overheard her
saying — You swear to me never to see her more; but we must not
stop there, to set my heart completely at rest you must instantly
write her a farewell letter of my dictating. You know my terms.
Don Lewis did as she desired, then giving the result into my
custody — Acquaint yourself; said he, where Doctor Murcia de la
Liana lives, and contrive to administer this love potion to his
daughter Isabella.
You see plainly, madam, pursued I, that this uncivil epistle is a
rival’s handiwork, and that consequently my master is not so much
to blame as he appears. Oh, heaven! exclaimed she, he is more so
than I was aware of. His words might have been the error of his
hand, but his infidelity is the offence of his heart. Faithless
man! Now he is held by other ties … . But, added she,
assuming an air of disdain, let him devote himself unconstrained
to his new passion; I shall never cross him. Tell him, however,
that he need not have insulted me. I should have left the course
open to my rival, without his warning me from the field: for so
fickle a lover has not soul enough about him to pay for the
degradation of soliciting his return. With this sentiment she
gave me my dismissal, and retired in a whirlwind of passion
against Don Lewis.
My exit was conducted entirely to my own satisfaction, for I
conceived that with due cultivation of my talent I might in time
become a consummate hypocrite and most successful cheat. I
returned home on the strength of it, where I found my worthy
masters, Mendoza and Pacheco, supping together, and rattling away
as if they had been playfellows from their cradles. Aurora saw at
once, by myself-sufficient air, that her commission had not been
neglected in my hands. Here you are again then, Gil Blas, said
she, give us an account of your embassy. Wit and invention was
all I had to trust to, so I told them I had delivered the packet
into Isabella’s own hands; who, after having glanced over the
contents of the two letters, so far from seeming disconcerted,
burst into a fit of laughter, as if she had been mad, and said —
Upon my word, our young men of fashion write in a pretty style.
It must be owned they are much more entertaining than scribes of
plebeian rank. It was a very good way of getting out of the
scrape, exclaimed my mistress, she must be an arrant coquette.
For my part, said Don Lewis, I cannot trace a feature of Isabella
in this conduct. Her character must have been completely
metamorphosed in my absence. She struck me too in a very
different light, replied Aurora. It must be allowed some women
can assume all modes and fashions at will. I was once in love
with one of that description, and a fine dance she led me. Gil
Blas can tell you the whole story! She had an air of propriety
about her which might have imposed upon a whole synod of old
maids. It is true, said I, putting in my oar; it was a face to
play the devil with a sworn bachelor, I could scarcely have been
proof against it myself.
The personated Mendoza and Pacheco shouted with laughter at my
manner of expressing myself; the one for the false witness I bore
against a culprit of my own creation; the other laughed simply at
the phrase in which my anathema was couched. We wait on talking
about the versatility of women, and the verdict, after hearing
the evidence, all on one side, was given against Isabella. A
convicted coquette! and sentence passed on her accordingly. Don
Lewis made a fresh vow never to see her more and Don Felix, after
his example, swore to hold her in eternal abhorrence. By dint of
these mutual protestations a sort of friendship was established
on the spur of the occasion, and they promised on both sides to
keep — no secrets from each other. The time after supper
passed in ingratiating intercourse, and the time seemed short
till they retired to their separate apartments. I followed Aurora
to hers, where I gave her a faithful account of my conversation
with the Doctor’s daughter, not forgetting the most trivial
circumstance. She had much ado to help kissing me for joy. My
dear Gil Blas, said she, I am delighted with your spirit. When
one has the misfortune to be engaged in a passion not to be
gratified but by stratagems, what an advantage is it to secure on
the right side a lad of so enterprising a genius as yourself.
Courage, my friend, we have thrown a rival into the background,
whose presence in the scene might have marred our comedy. So far,
all is well. But as lovers are subject to strange vagaries, it
seems to me that we must make short work of it, and bring Aurora
de Guzman on the stage to-morrow. The idea met with my entire
approbation; so leaving Signor Don Felix with his page, I
withdrew to bed in an adjoining closet.
*Note: “Ivory fences”: Should this phrase appear far-fetched in
the person of Gil Blas, it may be recollected, that though not
much of a student himself, he had waited on students; and might
have sucked in, while standing behind their chairs, along with
“fates and destinies, and such old sayings, the sisters three,
and such branches of learning,” that exquisitely characteristic
Greek metaphor — “a hedge of teeth.” — TRANSLATOR.
CH. VI. — Aurora’s devices to secure Don Lewis Pacheco’s
affections.
THE two new friends met as soon as they came down in the morning.
The ceremonies of the day began with reciprocal embraces, about
which it was impossible for Aurora to be squeamish, for then Don
Felix must have dropped the mask altogether. They went
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