The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
General
The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
It was not long before Gaspard had proof positive that I was to a
hair's breadth the very man he wanted; and the following was
precisely the first trick I played into his hand. Balthasar's strong
box was in the good man's chamber, by his bed-side, a sort of
oratory, with a prayer-book always lying upon it. Every time I
looked that way, my eyes glistened with hope and pleasure; my heart
chuckled over the very idea of what might happen: Fair, sweet, cruel
box, will you forever be coy to my addresses? May I never experience
the heartfelt delight of possessing all your charms for better, for
worse? As I went into the room at pleasure, and only Gaspard was
warned off the premises, it happened one day that I watched his
father. The old gentleman, fancying himself unobserved of human eye,
after having opened his treasury and closed it fast again, hid the
key behind the hangings. I took an accurate observation of the
place, and communicated the discovery to my young master, who said,
with an improving hug, Ah! my dear Scipio, what glorious news you
bring! Our fortune is made, my dear fellow. I will furnish you with
wax; you shall take the impression of the key, and then our business
is done. There will be no difficulty in finding a benevolent
locksmith in Cordova, where, to do the place justice, there are as
many rogues as in any part of Spain.
Well! but why, said I to Gaspard, do you want a false key? We may
find our account in the proper one. Yes, answered he; but I am
afraid lest my father, through mistrust or whim, should take a fancy
to hiding it elsewhere; and the safest way is, to have one of our
own. I commended his precaution, and falling in with all his
principles, got ready for taking the impression of the key: this was
effected one morning early, while my old master was paying a visit to
father Alexis, with whom he for the most part held very long
conferences. I did not stop here, but availed myself of the key to
open the strong box, wherein an ample range of large and small bags
threw me into the most delightful perplexity imaginable. I did not
know which to choose, there was such a family likeness among them;
nevertheless, as the fear of being caught did not allow of any long
deliberation, I laid hands, hap-hazard, on the largest. Then,
locking the box carefully, and putting the key back again behind the
hangings, I got away out of the chamber with my booty, and hid it
under my bed, in a small closet where I lay.
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