The porter answered, “that the convent-gate was always shut at eight
o’clock, and that it was now nine; that, notwithstanding such was the
rule, he would go, from the consideration he naturally had for persons
of quality, and inform the lady abbess of my situation, and obey her
orders.” I was obliged to wait with patience at the gate for her answer.
The porter at length returned and informed us that the abbess could not
think of opening the gate at such an unseasonable hour to gentlemen
entirely unknown to her. This refusal vexed me extremely. I dismounted
from my mule, and advanced towards the wicket; and, speaking myself to
the porter, entreated him to return to the abbess, and tell her, on my
behalf, that if she knew the favour she would confer on me, in affording
me a retreat for that night, she would cease to be inexorable. The
porter told me, “it was to no purpose to persist in requesting what she
would never permit.” Not being able to influence the porter in my
favour by prayers, I offered a bribe, which he refused with disdain, and
shut the wicket in my face. I feared there was now no chance of sleeping
that night in the monastery, and, yielding to necessity, told my
servants to lead the three mules back again to the peasant’s; that, for
my own part, rather than be stived up in that wretched tavern, I felt
desirous to pass away a few hours where I was, in listening to the
murmuring of the Ebro.
It was a lovely night. I strolled round the house, observing with an eye
of curiosity whatever I could discern by the light of the stars, which
shone extremely bright. I followed a sloping path which led me under a
balcony that commanded a view of the river. I sat down at the foot of a
tree opposite the balcony, which I considered attentively, supposing it
to be my lady abbess’s apartment. I could perceive a light, and shortly
after a confused noise of female voices struck my ear; then all of a
sudden a profound silence ensued, which was interrupted in its turn by a
Spanish song warbled by a very delicate voice. The singer seemed to
please her company exceedingly, and she was much applauded. Another lady
then sang an Italian air with which I was well acquainted, and was
equally complimented. So immoderate a desire then possessed me to amuse
the ladies with my melodious voice, that I could scarcely have the
patience to hear this song out. I was half inclined to sing the same
over again, for it was one of those for which I had been most applauded
at the Grand Duke’s concert at Florence. However, I was prudent enough
to spare the lady the mortification of the comparison; and having
remembered another air which had particularly pleased the Grand Duchess,
I chose that in its stead.
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