The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Here indeed, said Don Balthazar, is an epistle which promises to
crown all your wishes at once. I congratulate you beforehand on your
approaching happiness. He could not help fidgeting and wriggling a
little while he talked in these terms of his own household; but all
his hitches and wry faces passed off, and my eyes were as fast sealed
as ever. I was so full of anticipating titillations, as not to think
of noticing my new friend, who was obliged to get off as fast as he
could, for fear of betraying his agitation in my presence. He ran to
acquaint his brother-in-law with this strange occurrence. I know not
what might pass between them: it is only certain that Don Balthazar
happened to knock at Donna Inez's door just when I was at that lady's
house with Violante. We were warned who it was, and I escaped by a
back door exactly as he went in at the front. As soon as I had got
safe off, the women, whom the unexpected visit of this troublesome
husband had disconcerted a little, recovered their presence of mind,
and with it so large a stock of assurance, as to stand the brunt of
his attack, and put him to a nonplus in ascertaining whether they had
hid me or smuggled me out. I cannot exactly tell you what he said to
Donna Inez and his wife; nor do I believe that history will ever
furnish any authentic particulars of the squabble.
In the mean time, without suspecting yet how completely I was gulled
by Don Balthazar, I sallied forth with curses in my mouth, and
returned to the great square, where I had appointed Lamela to meet
me. But no Lamela was there. He also had his little snug parties,
and the scoundrel fared better than his comrade. As I was waiting
for him, I caught a glimpse of my treacherous associate, with a
knowing smile upon his countenance. He made up to me, and inquired,
with a hearty laugh, what news of my assignation with my nymph, under
the convenient roof of Donna Inez. I cannot conceive, said I, what
evil spirit, jealous of my joys, takes delight to nip them in their
blossom: but after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it
were, spoke the prologue of our comedy, comes the peaking cornuto of
a husband (the Furies fly away with him), and knocks at the door in
the instant of our encounter. There was nothing to be done but to
secure my retreat as fast as possible. So I got out at a back door,
sending to all the inhabitants of hell and its suburbs the jealous
knave, who was so uncivil as to search another lady's house for his
own horns. I am sorry you sped so ill-favoredly, exclaimed Don
Balthazar, who was chuckling with inward satisfaction at my
disappointment. What a mechanical rogue of a husband! I would
advise you to show no mercy to the wittol. O, you need not teach me
how to predominate over such a peasant, replied I. Take my word for
it, a new quarter shall be added to his coat of arms this very night.
His wife, when I went away, told me not to be faint-hearted for such
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