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
"Patricio, consoled by this promise, kissed with transport the hand of
Luisita, who returned his caresses, in order to keep up his spirits,
and then entered the house with Jacintha and the girl. The poor dupe
took patience, as directed, and sat himself down on a stone, a few
yards from the door, where he waited for a considerable time, never
dreaming of the possibility of their playing him a trick. He only
wondered at the stay of Don Gaspard, and began to fear that this cursed
brother had lost his appetite with his passion.
"Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, the hour of midnight, sounded; and not
until then did his confidence begin to evaporate, and some slight
doubts of the good faith of his lady to infuse themselves into his
mind. All was darkness around him; when, approaching the door, he
entered on tip-toe, and found himself in a narrow passage, in the
middle of which his hand encountered a staircase. He dared not ascend
it; but, listening attentively, his ears were greeted with the
discordant concert which might be expected to proceed from a barking
dog, a mewing cat, and a crying child, all performing their parts to
admiration. He felt that he was deceived; and he was convinced of the
fact when, having explored the passage to its termination, he found
himself in another street, parallel with that in which he had, so long,
waited for his love.
"The ghost of his money rose in judgment against him; and he
returned to his own house, moralising on the deceptive influences of
rose-coloured stockings. He knocked at the door; it was opened by his
wife, a chaplet in her hand, and tears in her eyes. 'Ah! Patricio,' she
said, in a voice which told her affliction; 'how can you thus abandon
your home? how can you thus neglect your wife--your children? Where
have you been from six this morning, when you left us?' The husband,
whom this question would have puzzled to answer satisfactorily, and who
was, besides, somewhat ashamed of himself, had not a word to say; so
he undressed, and got into bed in silence. His wife, however, was not
in want of a text; and she read him a lecture, the continuous hum of
which, as you perceive, has soothed him to sleep."
[Illustration: Patricio lulled to sleep by his wife's lecture]
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