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
Delighted at the success of my application, I went to Calderona in a
prodigious hurry, to get the patent made out for Don Alphonso. There
was a great crowd waiting in respectful silence till Don Rodrigo
should come and give audience. I made my way through, and the closet
door opened as if by sympathy. There were no one knows how many
military and civil officers, with other people of consequence, among
whom Calderona was dividing his attentions. His different reception
of different people was curious. A slight inclination of the head
was enough for some; others he honored with a profusion of courtly
grimace, and bowed them out of the closet. The proportions of
civility were weighed to a scruple. On the other hand, there were
some suitors, who, shocked at his cold indifference, cursed in their
secret soul the necessity for their cringing before such a monkey of
an idol. Others, on the contrary, were laughing in their sleeve at
his gross and self-sufficient air. But the scene was thrown away
upon me; nor was I likely to profit by such a lesson. It was exactly
the counterpart of my own behavior; and I never thought of
ascertaining whether my deportment was popular or offensive, so long
as there was no violation of outward respect.
Don Rodrigo, accidentally casting a look towards me, left a
gentleman, to whom he was speaking, without ceremony, and came to pay
his respects with the most unaccountable tokens of high
consideration. Ah, my dear colleague! exclaimed he, what occasion
procures me the pleasure of seeing you here? Is there anything we
can do for you? I told him my business; whereupon he assured me, in
the most obliging terms, that the affair should be expedited within
four-and-twenty hours. Not satisfied with these overwhelming
condescensions, he conducted me to the door of his antechamber,
whither he never attended any but the nobility of first rank. His
farewell was as flattering as his reception.
What is the meaning of all this palaver? said I, while retreating;
has any raven croaked my entrance, and prophesied promotion to
Calderona by my overthrow? Does he really languish for my
friendship? or does he feel the ground giving way under his feet, and
wish to save himself by clinging to the branches of my favor and
protection? It seemed a moot point which of these conjectures might
be the right. The following day, on my return, his behavior was of
the same stamp; caresses and civilities poured in upon me in
torrents. It is true that other people, who attempted to speak to
him, were rumped in exact proportion with the blandishments of his
face towards me. He snarled at some, petrified others, and made the
whole circle run the gantlet of his displeasure. But they were all
amply avenged by an occurrence, the relation of which may give a
gentle hint to all the clerks and secretaries on the list of my
readers.
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