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
This gentleman of a generation or two before the present, finding my
person to his liking, was desirous of knowing if in other respects I
was a commodity for his market. He set every engine at work to
inquire into the most minute particulars, and had the pleasure to
learn from general report, that I was a warm widow with a comfortable
jointure, and a person little, if anything, the worse for wear. It
struck him that this was just the match; so that in a very short time
an old lady came to my house, telling me from him, that with equal
admiration of my virtues and my charms, he laid himself and his
fortune at my feet, and was ready to lead me to the altar, if I could
condescend so far as to become his wife. I required three days to
make up my mind on the subject. In this interval, I made inquiries
about the gentleman; and hearing a good character of him,
notwithstanding the deranged state of his finances, it was my
determination to marry him without more ado, so that the
preliminaries were soon ratified by a definitive treaty.
Don Manuel de Xerica--for that was my husband's name--took me
immediately after the ceremony to his castle, which had an air of
antiquity highly flattering to his family pride. He told a story
about one of his ancestors who built it in days of yore, and because
it was not founded the day before yesterday, jumped to a conclusion
that there was not a more ancient house in Spain than that of Xerica.
But nobility, like perishable merchandise, will run to decay; the
castle, shored up on this side and on that, was in the very agony of
tumbling to pieces: what a buttress for Don Manuel and for his old
walls was his marriage with me! More than half my savings were laid
out on repairs; and the residue was wanted to set us going in a
genteel style among our country neighbors. Behold me then, you who
can believe it, landed on a new planet, transformed into the
presiding genius of a castle, the Lady Bountiful of my parish; our
stage machinery could never have furnished such a change! I was too
good an actress not to have supported my new rank and dignity with
appropriate grace, I assumed high airs, theatrical grandeurs, a most
dignified strut and demeanor; all which made the bumpkins conceive a
wonderful idea of my exalted origin. How would they not have tickled
their fancies at my expense, had they known the real truth of the
case! The gentry of the neighborhood would have scoffed at me most
unmercifully, and the country people would have been much more chary
of the respect they showed me.
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