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
The likeness was too perfect for me to be mistaken. It was easy to
comprehend why Laura, changing her sphere of action, changed her name
also; wherefore, from curiosity to know how matters stood with her,
since the public always pry into the most private concerns of
theatrical persons, I inquired of the same man whether this Estella
had any particular affair of gallantry on her hands. He informed me
that for the last two months there had been a great Portuguese
nobleman at Grenada,--his name was the Marquis de Marialva,--who had
laid out a great deal of money upon her. He might have told me more,
if I had not been afraid of becoming troublesome with my questions.
I was better employed in musing on the information this good
gentleman had given me than in attending to the play; and if any one
had asked me what it was all about, when the piece was over, I should
have been puzzled for an answer. I could do nothing but decline
Laura and Estella through all cases and numbers, till at length I
boldly made up my mind to call at her house the next day. Not but
there was some risk as to the reception she might give me: it might
be suspected, without excess of modesty, that my appearance would
give her no great pleasure in the high tide of her affairs; nor was
it at all improbable that so good an actress, to revenge herself on a
man with whom certainly she had an account to settle, might look
strange, and swear she had never seen his face before. Yet did none
of these apprehensions deter me from my venture. After a light
supper,--for all the meals at my eating-house were regulated on
principles of economy and temperance,--I withdrew to my chamber with
an anxious longing for the next day.
My sleep was short and interrupted, so that I got up by daybreak.
But as it was to be recollected that a mistress in high keep was not
likely to be visible early in the morning, I passed three or four
hours in dressing, shaving, powdering, and perfuming. It was my
business to present myself before her in a trim not to put her to the
blush at acknowledging my acquaintance. I sallied forth about ten
o'clock, and knocked at her door, after having inquired her address
at the theatre. She was living on the first floor of a large and
elegant house. I told a chambermaid, who opened the door to me, that
a young man wanted to speak with her lady. The chambermaid went in
to give my message, when all at once I heard her mistress call out,
not in the best-tempered tone in the world, Who is the young man?
What does he want? Show him up stairs.
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