Don Rodrigo quickly followed him, and full of impatience to learn what
had passed between him and Daraxa, whom he began to suspect strongly of
some extraordinary understanding together, he asked him whether he had
acquitted himself of his commission, and whether he had any good tidings
to communicate. “My Lord,” answered Ambrosio, “you allowed me so short a
time to converse with the beautiful Moor, that it has not been possible
for me to render you any important service.” “I grant,” replied Don
Rodrigo, “that you cannot have had a very long discourse with her, but
you must needs have made good use of that time; since Daraxa appears to
be so much moved by what you have imparted to her, that I am well
convinced she must even have been shedding tears.” “Those tears,”
replied the false gardener, “may possibly have been the bitter fruits
of the liberty I took in speaking to her of your passion, with which she
was perhaps not well pleased.”
“Have you no better reasons than these to tell me?” cried Don Rodrigo.
“No, my Lord,” said Ambrosio; “I shall merely add that this lady’s heart
may probably be already engaged. A young lady who has been educated in
so gallant a Court as that of Granada may, very likely, have become
sensible to the sighs of some nobleman of that country.” “I agree with
you,” replied the jealous Don Rodrigo sharply; “and, moreover, I think
your object in being here is less to serve me than that happy rival.”
“You do me an injustice,” replied the gardener; “you wrong me much by
suspecting that I would betray you for an Infidel.” “Infidel or
Christian,” cried Don Rodrigo imperatively; “I begin to suspect you; you
are rather too wise for a gardener; and when I call to mind all your
interesting little Moorish discourses together, I am the more confirmed
in my suspicions. But look to it,” added he in a menacing tone; “you are
in a family where knaveries are not long concealed.” Having thus said,
he returned to the arbour to the ladies, who still preserved the most
profound silence. No sooner had he arrived, than they rose and retired
to their own apartments.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account