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
A goldsmith's daughter! exclaimed I, with a disdainful air; are you
out of your senses? Can you think of tying me up to a trinket-maker?
People of a certain character in society, and on a certain footing at
court, ought to have much higher views of things. Pardon me, sir,
rejoined Scipio; do not take the subject up in that light. Recollect
that nobility accrues by the male side, and do not ride a higher
horse than a thousand jockeys of quality whom I could name. Do you
know that the heiress in question will bring a hundred thousand
ducats in her pocket? Is not that a pretty little sprig of jewelry?
To the resounding echo of so large a sum my ears were instantly
symphonious. The day is your own, said I to the secretary; the
fortune determines the case in the lady's favor. When do you mean to
put me in possession? Fair and softly, sir, answered he; the more
haste, the worse speed. It will be necessary for me first to
communicate the affair to the father, and instil the advantage of it
into his capacity. Good! rejoined I, with a burst of laughter; is it
thereabouts you are? The match is far advanced in its progress
towards consummation. Much nearer than you suppose, replied he. But
one hour's conversation with the goldsmith, and I pledge myself for
his consent. But, before we go any farther, let us come to an
agreement, if you please. Supposing that I should transfer a hundred
thousand ducats to you, what would my commission be? Twenty
thousand! was my answer. Heaven be praised therefore, said he. I
guessed your gratitude at ten thousand; so that it doubles mine in a
similar case. Come on then! I will set this negotiation on foot
to-morrow morning; and you may count upon its success, or I am little
better than one of the foolish ones.
In fact, he said to me two days afterwards, I have spoken to Signor
Gabriel Salero, my friend the goldsmith. On the loud report of your
high desert and credit, he has lent a favorable ear to my offer of
you for a son-in-law. You are to have his daughter with a hundred
thousand ducats, provided you can make it appear clearly that you are
in possession of the minister's good graces. Since that is the case,
said I confidently to Scipio, I shall soon be married. But, not
entirely to forget the girl, have you seen her? is she pretty? Not
quite so pretty as her fortune, answered he. Between ourselves, this
heiress's looks are as hard as her cash. Luckily, you are perfectly
indifferent about that. Stone blind, by the light of the sun, my
good fellow! replied I. As for us whimsical fellows about court, we
marry merely for the sake of marrying. When we want beauty, we look
for it in our friends' wives; and if, by fates and destinies, the
sweets are wasted on our own, their flavor is so mawkish to our
palate, that there is some merit in their not carrying the commodity
to a foreign market.
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