The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
General
The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 2 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
My first appearance was no less successful here than at Seville; and
I soon felt myself wafted along by the sighs of my admirers. But
resolving not to favor any except on honorable terms, I kept a guard
of modesty in my intercourse with them, which threw dust in their
eyes. Nevertheless, not to be the dupe of virtues which pay very
indifferently, and were not exactly at home in their new mansion, I
was balancing whether or not to take up with a young fellow of mean
extraction, who had a place under government, and assumed the style
of a gentleman in virtue of his office, with a good table and
handsome equipage, when I saw the Marquis de Marialva for the first
time. This Portuguese nobleman, travelling over Spain from mere
curiosity, stopped at Grenada as he passed through it. He came to
the play. I did not perform that evening. His examination of the
actresses was very particular, and he found one to his liking. Their
acquaintance commenced on the very next day; and the definitive
treaty was very nearly concluded when I appeared upon the stage.
What with some personal graces, and no little affectation in setting
them off, the weather-cock veered about all on a sudden; my
Portuguese was mine, and mine only, till death do us part. Yet,
since the truth must be told, I knew perfectly that my sister of the
sock and buskin had entrapped this nobleman, and spared no pains to
chouse her out of her prize; to my success you are yourself a
witness. She bears me no small grudge on that account; but the thing
could not be avoided. She ought to reflect that it is the way of all
female flesh; that the dearest friends play off the same trick upon
one another, and put a good face upon it into the bargain.
_CHAPTER VIII._
_THE RECEPTION OF GIL BLAS AMONG THE PLATERS AT GRENADA; AND ANOTHER
OLD ACQUAINTANCE PICKED UP IN THE GREEN-ROOM._
Just as Laura was finishing her story, there came in an old actress
who lived in her neighborhood, and was come to take her to the
theatre as she passed by. This venerable tutelary of the stage was
admirably fitted to play some superannuated strumpet among the
heathen goddesses in a pantomime. My sister was not remiss in
introducing her brother to that stale old harridan, whereupon a
profusion of compliments was bandied about on both sides.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account