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
I was going to congratulate him on his wife's having shown so much
sense, when he was obliged to leave me and go on the stage. Being
curious to know what sort of an animal his wife was, I went up to an
actor and desired him to point her out. He did so, saying at the
same time, There she is; it is Narcissa--the prettiest of all our
women except your sister. I concluded that this must be the actress
in whose favor the Marquis de Marialva had declared before meeting
with his Estella; and my conjecture was but too correct. After the
play, I attended Laura home, where I saw several cooks preparing a
handsome entertainment. You may sup here, said she. I will do no
such thing, answered I: the marquis perhaps will like to be alone
with you. Not at all, replied she; he is coming with two of his own
friends and one of our gentlemen; you will just make the sixth. You
know that in our free and easy way there is no impropriety in
secretaries sitting down at table with their masters. Very true,
said I; but it is rather too soon to assume the privilege of a
favorite. I must first get employed in some confidential commission,
and then lay in my claim to that honorable distinction. Judging it
to be so best, I went out of Laura's house, and got back to my inn,
whither I reckoned on repairing every day, since my master had no
regular establishment.
_CHAPTER IX._
_AN EXTRAORDINARY COMPANION AT SUPPER; AND AN ACCOUNT OF THEIR
CONVERSATION._
I remarked in the coffee-room a sort of an old monk, habited in
coarse gray cloth, at supper, quite alone in a corner. I went and
sat opposite to him out of curiosity; we exchanged a civil bow, and
he showed himself to be quite as well bred as I was, notwithstanding
my lay education. My commons were brought me, and I fell to with a
very catholic appetite. While I was eating, my tongue was mute, but
my eyes glanced by snatches towards this singular character, and
always caught his at the same employment. Liking better to stare
than be stared at, I addressed my speech to him thus: Pray, father,
have we ever by any chance met anywhere but here? You peer at me as
if you scarcely knew whether I was an acquaintance or a stranger. He
answered gravely, If I look at you with fixed attention, it is only
to admire the prodigious variety of adventures which are chronicled
in the features of your face. It should seem, said I, in a joking
tone, as if your reverence was something of a physiognomist. Far
more deeply imbued in science than a mere physiognomist, answered the
monk, I found prophecies on my observations which have never been
belied by the event. My skill in palmistry is no less, and I will
set my oracles against the surest of antiquity, after comparing the
inspection of the hand with that of the face.
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