The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, Volume 3 (of 3) — John Shaqi
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
Accordingly within three days he pulled me by the sleeve: I have
discovered a treasure! a young lady whose name is Catalina, of good
family and matchless beauty, living with her aunt in a small house,
where they make both ends meet by clubbing their little matters, and
set the slanderous world at defiance. Their waiting-maid, a girl of
my acquaintance, has given me to understand that their door, though
barred against all impertinent intruders, would turn upon its hinges
to a rich and generous suitor, if he would only consent, for fear of
prying neighbors, not to pay his visits till after nightfall, and
then in the most private manner possible. Hereupon I magnified you
as the properest gentleman in the world, and entreated piety in
pattens to offer your humble services to the ladies. She promised to
do so, and to bring me back my answer to-morrow morning at an
appointed place. That is all very well, answered I; but I am afraid
your goddess of bed-making has been running her rig upon you. No,
no, replied he; old birds are not to be caught with chaff: I have
already made inquiry in the neighborhood, and by the general report
of her, Signora Catalina is a second Danae, on whom you will have the
happiness of coming down,
Like Jove descending from his tower,
To court her in a silver shower.
Out of conceit as I was with the intrinsic value of ladies' favors,
this was not to be scoffed at; and as our Mercury in petticoats came
the next day to tell Scipio that it only depended on me to be
introduced that very evening, I dropped in between eleven and twelve
o'clock. The knowing one received me without bringing a candle, and
led me by the hand into a very neat apartment, where the two ladies
were sitting on a satin sofa, dressed in the most elegant taste. As
soon as they saw me enter, they got up and welcomed me in a style of
such superior breeding, as would not have disgraced the highest rank.
The aunt, whose name was Signora Mencia, though with the remains of
beauty, had no attractions for me. But the niece had a million, for
she was a goddess in mortal form. And yet, to examine her
critically, she could not have been admitted for a perfect beauty;
but then there was a charm above all rules of symmetry, with a
tingling and luxurious warmth about her, that seized on men's hearts
through their eyes, and prevented their brains from being too busy.
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