Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two SticksLe Sage, Alain René
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Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two Sticks
Le Sage, Alain René
Devil -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Good and evil -- Fiction; Madrid (Spain) -- Fiction
"Well," continued the Devil, "Don Pedro did not think he was in his
father's house; nor did he even perceive that it was Marcella who let
him into it; since she received him without a light, in an antechamber,
where Belflor requested his companion to remain while he was in the
next room with his mistress. To this the Student made no demur; so
quietly sat himself down in a chair, with his drawn sword in his hand
for fear of surprise, while his thoughts ran on the favours which he
suspected love was heaping on the Count, and his wishes that he might
be as happy with his incognita,--for although he had no great cause of
complaint as to her kindness, still it was not exactly paid after the
kind of that of Leonora for the Count."
While he was making, upon this subject, all those pleasing reflections
which occur so readily to an impassioned lover, he heard some one
endeavouring quietly to open a door, which was not that of The
Delights, but one which discovered a light through the keyhole. He rose
quickly, and advanced towards it; and, as the door opened, presented
the point of his sword to his father; for he it was who entered
Leonora's apartments, for the purpose of seeing that the Count was not
there. The good old man did not exactly suppose, after what had passed,
that his daughter and Marcella would dare to receive him again, which
had prevented his assigning to them other chambers; but he had thought
it probable that, as they were to go to a nunnery on the following day,
they might desire to converse with him, for the last time, ere they
left his roof.
"Whoever thou art," said the Student, "enter not this room, or it may
cost thee thy life." At these words, Don Luis stared at Don Pedro,
who also regarding the old man with attention, they soon recognised
each other. "Ah! my son," cried the old man, "with what impatience
have I expected you: why did you not inform me of your arrival? Did
you fear to disturb my rest? Alas! that is for ever banished, in the
cruel situation in which I am placed." "Ah, my father!" said Don Pedro,
utterly amazed, "is it you whom I behold? Are not my eyes deceived
by some fantastic vision?" "Whence this astonishment?" replied Don
Luis; "are you not within your father's house? Have I not, a week ago,
informed you where to find me?" "Just Heaven!" cried the Student, "what
do I hear?--and this then is my sister's apartment."
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