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
sure the stage was darkened, and the actresses had very little
occasion for a prompter; one of them was familiar with the boards,
and the other only wanted a rehearsal or two to be perfect in her
part.
The duenna, in her night gown, made her appearance soon after, with a
candle in her hand. Good doctor, said she to her master, have the
goodness to get up. Our neighbor Fernandez de Buendia, the
bookseller, is in an apoplectic fit: you are sent for; time presses.
The physician got on his clothes as fast as he could, and went out.
His wife, in her bed gown, came into the hall with the duenna. They
dragged me from under the table more dead than alive. You have
nothing to fear, Diego, said Mergelina; put yourself in proper order.
At the same time she told me how things were in two words. She had
half a mind to renew our amorous intercourse; but the directress knew
better. Madam, said she, your husband may possibly be too late to
help the bookseller to the other world, and then he will return
immediately. Besides, added she, observing me benumbed with fright,
it would be all lost labor upon this poor youth! He is not in a
condition to answer your demands. You had better send him home, and
defer the debate till to-morrow evening. Donna Mergelina was sorry
for the delay, as well knowing that a bird in hand is worth two in
the bush; and I flatter myself she was disappointed at not putting a
cuckold's nightcap on the doctor's head.
As for me, less grieved at having drawn a blank in the lottery of
love, than rejoiced at getting my neck out of an halter, I returned
to my master's, where I passed the remainder of the night in
moralizing on the scene I had left. For some time, I was in doubt
whether to keep my appointment on the following evening. I thought
it was a foolish business from first to last; but the devil, who is
always lurking for his prey, or rather taking possession of us as his
lawful property, whispered in my ear that I should be a great fool to
pack up my alls when the prize was falling into my hands. Mergelina,
too, with opening and unfathomable charms! The exquisite pleasures
that awaited me! I determined to stick to my text; and promising
myself a larger share of self-possession, took my station the next
evening, at the doctor's door, between eleven and twelve, in a most
spirit-stirring humor. The heavens were completely darkened--not a
star to prate of my whereabout. I mewed twice or thrice to give
warning of my being in the street; and, as no one answered my signal,
I was not satisfied with going over the old ground, but ran up and
down the cat's gamut from bass to treble, and from treble to bass,
just as I used to sol-fa with a shepherd of Olmédo. I tuned my
fundamental bass so musically, that a neighbor on his return home,
taking me for one of those animals whose mewings I counterfeited,
picked up an unlucky flint lying at his feet, and threw it at me with
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