The second morning after my arrival I dressed myself out in my cassock
and long cloak, and when I looked in the glass I scarcely knew myself.
Without any vanity I did not look amiss. If I had not possessed the
talent which I did to imitate all sorts of persons, I had seen at Rome
so many fine models of Abbots of consequence, that I could not possibly
have failed. I soon made myself master of some of their best airs: I
learnt how to draw my chin down to my neck with good effect; to assume a
grave and austere carriage; hold up my cassock and cloak just high
enough to exhibit one leg which was not ill-made, with the silk stocking
and handsome shoe; to carry my hat in a manner equally genteel and
modest; to look at people with a peculiarly absent air, and to modulate
properly the tones of my voice in speaking to them. I possessed this
knowledge perfectly well in theory, and now was the time that I should
shew the city that I was as able to practise it. My major-domo
Sayavedra followed with my lackey, both very appropriately equipped. I
was stared at with the curiosity that a stranger generally excites, and
many made most profound bows to me, or rather to my fine dress; for one
is treated in the world according to the appearance one makes. Let even
Cicero present himself ill-dressed, and he would pass for a college
servant at the highest.
I continued walking for above an hour, acknowledging the respectful
civilities I received like an Abbot who was accustomed to them. After
which I returned to the inn, where the landlord immediately informed me
that dinner was ready, and asked if I had any objection to some persons
of quality dining at the same table. I answered that it would afford me
pleasure. Having descended into the dining room, four gentlemen arrived
immediately and saluted me with respect. I returned the compliment very
politely, and dinner being served up, I took the seat of honour, and
then requested the gentlemen to seat themselves at table. The
conversation was at first serious on my account. I remarked this, and
enlivened it myself, and to let these gentlemen see that I was not the
devil, though dressed in black, I related two or three jocular stories,
which soon excited the rest to follow my example.
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