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
At length the door of the inner room opened. I went in, and advanced
towards Don Rodrigo, who had just been writing an amorous epistle to
his charming Siren, and was giving it to Pedrillo at that very
moment. I had never manufactured my face and air into such a
counterfeit of reverence before the Archbishop of Grenada, nor on my
introduction to the Count de Galiano, nor even in presence of the
prime minister himself: the crisis of my fawning was reserved for
Signor de Calderona. I paid my respects to him with my body bent
down to the very ground, as if crouching under the ken of a superior
intelligence, and solicited his protection in strains of humble
hypocrisy, at which my cheek now burns with shame, to think that man
can so debase himself before his fellow-man. My servility would have
recoiled to my own undoing, had it been practised towards a compound
of any manly and independent ingredients. As for this fellow, he
swallowed flattery by the lump without mastication, and assured me,
just as if he meant what he said, that he would leave no stone
unturned to do me service.
Hereupon, thanking him with unlimited expressions of attachment for
his kind and generous sentiments, I sold my very soul, and all my
little stock of conscience, to his free disposal. But as this farce
might be tiresome if prolonged, I took my leave, apologizing for
having broken in upon his more serious avocations. As soon as I had
finished this abominable scene, I slunk back to my desk, where I
finished my prescribed task. The duke was at my elbow the next
morning. The end of my performance was not less to his mind than the
beginning; and he praised it accordingly: This is extremely well
indeed! Copy this abridgment in your best hand into the register of
Catalonia. You shall not want employment of this kind. I had a very
long conversation with his excellency, and was delighted at his mild
and familiar deportment. What a contrast to Calderona! They might
have sat to a painter for Pan and Apollo.
To-day I dined at a cheap ordinary, and sunk the secretary upon my
messmates, till I should ascertain what solid profit might accrue
from all my bows and scrapes. I had funds for three months, or
thereabouts. That interval I allowed myself for casting my bread
upon the waters. But as the shortest speculations are the safest, if
my salary was not paid by that time, a long farewell to the court,
its frippery, and its falsehood! Thus were my plans arranged. For
two months I labored hard and fast to stand well with Calderona; but
his senses were so callous to all my assiduity, that it seemed labor
in vain to build on so hopeless a foundation. This idea produced a
change in my conduct. I left some greener fool to fumigate the
nostrils of this idol, and placed all my own dependence on making my
ground sure with the duke, by the benefit of our frequent conferences.
_CHAPTER IV._
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