The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)Le Sage, Alain René
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The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3)
Le Sage, Alain René
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Blas, Gil (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
One night, a night which should be expunged from the almanac, a night
of darkness and despair, contrasted with the brightness of all our
former nights, I was surprised, on approaching the garden, to find
the little gate open. This unusual circumstance alarmed me; for it
seemed to augur something inauspicious to my happiness: I turned pale
and trembled, as if with a foreknowledge of what was going to happen.
Advancing in the dark towards a bower, where our private meetings had
usually taken place, I heard a man's voice. I stopped on the instant
to listen, when the following words struck like the sound of death
upon my ear: Do not keep me languishing in suspense, my dear
Beatrice; make my happiness complete, and consider that your own
fortunes are closely connected with mine. Instead of having patience
to hear further, it seemed as if more had been said than blood could
expiate; that devil, jealousy, took possession of my soul; I drew my
sword, and breathing only vengeance, rushed into the bower. Ah! base
seducer, cried I, whoever you are, you shall tear this heart from out
my breast, rather than touch my honor on its tenderest point. With
these words on my lips, I attacked the gentleman who was talking with
Beatrice. He stood upon his guard without more ado, like a man much
better acquainted with the science of arms than myself, who had only
received a few lessons from a fencing-master at Cordova. And yet,
strong as his sword-arm was, I made a thrust which he could not
parry; or, what is more likely, his foot slipped: I saw him fall;
and, fancying that I had wounded him mortally, ran away as hard as my
legs would carry me, without deigning to answer Beatrice, who would
have called me back.
Yes, indeed! said Scipio's wife, resolved to have her share in the
development of the story; I called out for the purpose of undeceiving
him. The gentleman conversing with me in the arbor was Don Ferdinand
de Leyva. This nobleman, who was in love with my mistress Julia, had
laid a plan for running away with her, from despair of being able to
obtain her hand by any other means; and I had myself made this
assignation with him in the garden, to concert measures for the
elopement, and with his fortune he assured me that my own was closely
linked; but it was in vain that I screamed after my husband; he
darted from me as if my very touch were contamination.
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