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
After this discourse I got to be importunate and impassioned, but
without bringing matters at all forwarder. The favors which my
goddess winked at my snatching, tended only to make me languish for
which she was more chary of. The tyrant got back to her coach, which
was waiting at the door. Nevertheless, I withdrew, well enough
pleased with my success, though it still fell short of the only
perfect issue. If, said I to myself, I have obtained indulgences but
by halves, it is because this lady, forsooth, is a high-born dame,
and thinks it beneath her quality to play the very woman at the first
interview. The pride of pedigree stands in the way of my advancement
just now, but in a few days we shall be better acquainted. To be
sure, it did not once come into my head that she might be one of
those cunning gypsies always on the catch. Yet I liked better to
look at things on the right side than on the wrong, and thus
maintained a favorable opinion of my widow. We had agreed at parting
to meet again on the day after the morrow; and the hope of arriving
at the summit of my wishes gave me a foretaste of the pleasures with
which I tickled my fancy.
With my brain full of joyous traces, I returned to my barber. Having
changed my dress, I went to attend my master at the tennis-court. I
found him at play, and saw that he won; for he was not one of those
impenetrable gamesters who make or mar a fortune without moving a
muscle. In prosperity he was flippant and overbearing, but quite
peevish on the losing side. He left the tennis-court in high
spirits, and went for the _Princes Theatre_. I followed him to the
box-door, then putting a ducat into my hand: Here, Gil Blas, said he,
as I have been a winner to-day, you shall not be the worse for it;
go, divert yourself with your friends, and come to me about midnight
at Arsenia's, where I am to sup with Don Alexo Segiar. He then went
in, and I stood debating with whom I should disburse my ducat,
according to the pious will of the founder. I did not muse long.
Clarin, Don Alexo's servant, just then came in my way, I took him to
the next tavern, and we amused ourselves there till midnight. Thence
we repaired to Arsenia's house, where Clarin had orders to attend. A
little footboy opened the door, and showed us into a room down
stairs, where Arsenia's waiting-woman, and the lady who held the same
office about Florimonde, were laughing ready to split their sides,
while their mistresses were above stairs with our masters.
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