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 thanked Aurora for all her kindness, and, as my occupation was over
about her, I so much the more readily accepted the post that offered,
as it was merely a transfer from one branch of the Pachecos to
another. One morning, therefore, I called on the illustrious Don
Gonzales with a message from the bride. He ought at least to have
overslept himself, for he was in bed at near noon. When I went into
his chamber, a page had just brought him a basin of soup, which he
was taking. The dotard cherished his whiskers, or rather tortured
them with curling-papers; though his eyes were sunk in their sockets,
his complexion pale, and his visage emaciated. This was one of those
old codgers who have been a little whimsical or so in their youth,
and have made poor amends for their freedoms by the discretion of
their riper age. His reception of me was affable enough, with an
assurance that if my attachment to him kept pace with my fidelity to
his niece, my condition should not be worse than that of my fellows.
I promised to place him in my late mistress's shoes, and became the
working partner in a new firm.
A new firm it undoubtedly was, and heaven knows we had a strange head
of the house. The resurrection of Lazarus was an ordinary event
compared to his getting up. Imagine to yourself a long bag of dry
bones, a mere skeleton, a dissection, an anatomy of a man; a study in
osteology! As for the legs, three or four pair of stockings, one
over the other, had no room to make any figure upon them. In
addition to the foregoing, this mummy before death was asthmatic, and
therefore obliged to divide the little breath he had between his
cough and his loquacity. He breakfasted on chocolate. On the
strength of that refreshment, he ventured to call for pen, ink, and
paper, and to write a short note, which he sealed and sent to its
address by the page who had administered the broth. But this
henceforth will be your office, my good lad, said he, as he turned
his haggard eyes upon me; all my little concerns will be in your
hands, and especially those in which Donna Euphrasia takes an
interest. That lady is an enchanting young creature, with whom I am
distractedly in love, and by whom, though I say it who should not say
it, I am met with all the mutual ardor of inextinguishable and
unutterable passion.
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