The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
At this I became angry in good earnest, and showed it very plainly. He
was extremely patient under it, but equally firm. He said, "Don Francis,
your generosity has gone near to be your ruin, because, though it would
be good logic in Heaven, we are not there yet. You say that you and I
are equal. I say that we are nothing of the sort; and the proof would be
that if we started level from this door, and as we stand, in six months'
time you would remain a gentleman, and I the son of a shoemaker of
Cadorre. A gentleman you are, because you were born so. If you took me
up to your right hand, whether in this hovel or in the palace which is
yours by reason, still you would be the gentleman and I the cobbler's
son. And though I might prosper in business and become rich, and finding
you in want, might take you up to my right hand, call you my brother,
make you my heir--still you would be the gentleman condescending, and I
the cobbler's son making myself ridiculous. Your misfortunes--every one
of them--have arisen from the fact that you persist in treating your
inferiors as your equals. I should be sorry to tell you--it would be a
great impertinence--how far back into your career in Italy I can trace
this foible of yours."
He was no doubt in the right. A little more generosity on my part would
have told him so. I said that I could not convince him, and that I
should leave Virginia to do that.
"Oh, sir, it is she that has convinced me already," says he.
The return of Fra Palamone with the gear put an end to our talk. I said,
"Come with me, Belviso, as you will--but come"; and his reply was,
"Servo suo."
I left the honest family at Sinalunga calling blessings on my name, and
rode forward on a good horse to Arezzo. By my orders Fra Palamone kept
behind me. By his own determination, Belviso held him company, and led
the sumpter-horse.
CHAPTER XXXIX
VIRGINIA DECLINES THE HEIGHTS
I took up my lodgings at the Bear, in Arezzo, and made all such
preparations to receive my wife as were becoming. I engaged a woman to
wait upon her, had a withdrawing-room--as the French say, a boudoir--
fitted up, and caused her bedchamber to be hung with the best curtain
and wall furniture the place could afford, I then proceeded to dine, but
told the landlord that he must be prepared at any moment to place a
fresh cover on the table, with a bottle of his most excellent wine. To
Belviso, who persisted in playing valet, and who told me that he had
been in Arezzo before more than once, I entrusted the privilege--though
I grudged it him--of seeking far and wide through the town for
Virginia's lodging. I said, "Brother, you failed me once, in spite of
yourself, when you tried so bravely to find my wife. Don't fail me this
time, I beseech you."
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