The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 1 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
You may judge for yourself, Diego, continued Mergelina, how well I
took it of the duenna, that she laid herself open so frankly. I had
taken her virtue to be of the impenetrable cast. Look you, now, how
much women are liable to be scandalized. But her character of plain
dealing won my heart at once. I threw my arms about her neck in a
rapture, which bespoke my warm and tender feelings at the thoughts of
such a mother-abbess. I gave her carte blanche of all my private
thoughts, and put in for a speedy tête-à-tête with your own dear
self. She met me on my own ground. This very morning she engaged
the old woman who spoke to you to take the field: she is an old
stager--a veteran in the service of the apothecary's wife. But the
best of the joke in this comedy, added she, in a paroxysm of
laughter, is that Melancia, on my assurance that my husband's habit
is to pass the night without stirring, is gone to bed by his side,
and drones out my useless office at this moment. So much the worse,
madam, said I then to Mergelina; your device is more plausible than
profitable. Your husband is very likely to wake, and discover the
fraud. He will not discover anything about it, replied she with no
little urgency; set your heart at rest about that, and let not an
empty fear poison the fountains of a pleasure which ought to drown
every vulgar and earthly consideration in the arms of a young lady
who is yours forever and ever.
The old doctor's help-mate, finding that her assurances had little
effect upon my courage, left no stone unturned to put me in heart
again; and she had so many encouraging ways with her, that a very
coward must have plucked up a little. My thoughts were all with
Jupiter and Alemena; but at the very moment that the urchin Cupid,
with his train of smiles and antics, was weaving a garland to
compliment the crisis of our endeavors, we were stopped in our career
by an importunate knocking at the street door. In a moment, away
flew love, and all his covey, like game at the report of a
fowling-piece. Mergelina popped me, like an article of household
furniture, under the hall table, blew out the lamp, and, by previous
agreement with her governess, in the event of so unlucky an accident,
placed herself at the door of her husband's bedchamber. In the
meantime, the knocking continued with reiterated violence, till the
whole house resounded. The physician awoke suddenly, and called
Melancia. The duenna flung herself out of bed, though the doctor,
taking her for his wife, begged of her not to disturb herself. She
ran to her mistress, who, catching hold of her in the dark, began
calling Melancia! and told her to go and see who was at the door.
Madam, answered the directress, here I am at your service, go to bed
again if you please; we shall soon know who it is. During this
parley, Mergelina, having undressed, got into bed to the doctor, who
had not the least suspicion of the farce that was playing. To be
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