Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Don Luis, of course, as a man of gallantry, vowed that he would use
every exertion to recover them, though he could scarcely tell how he
should set about the task. Donna Clara, we need not say, thanked him,
with many blushes, for his kind intentions; at the same time more
minutely describing her lost treasure, for she could not resist a sort
of presentiment that he would recover it.
The morning meal having been discussed in the way we have described, and
a very pleasant way Don Luis thought it, though it had not a fattening
effect on him certainly, for he quite forgot to eat anything, the
litters were ordered to the door, and he had the honour of leading the
young lady to her seat, in doing which he was quite surprised to
discover a slight trembling of her hand, as unavoidably he gently
pressed it, though nothing of the sort occurred with Senhora Gertrudes,
the old nurse, as most gallantly he placed her opposite to her mistress,
by which slight attention he completely won that most respectable old
lady's heart. He then offered his arm to the fidalgo, who gave him a
warm embrace at parting, making him promise to visit him soon at Lisbon.
He then observed that the curtain of Donna Clara's litter was loose, so
he flew to secure it, for which service he received a rich reward in a
sweet smile and a few words of thanks; they, of course, required a
suitable answer, and thus he lingered by her side until the whole
cavalcade were waiting his last bow, to be put in motion. He delayed
them some time before he discovered such to be the case, and was aroused
only by hearing the fidalgo's voice inquiring of the muleteers why they
did not proceed, and their answering that they were ready. Donna Clara
then bent her head, and waved her hand, Goncalo Christovao bowed, and
all his attendants took off their hats, which salutation being returned
by Don Luis, the whole party moved forward; but he did not quit his
position till the last faint tinkle of the mules' bells had died away.
He might have stood there longer, as Pedro, who had been making his
private comments on what he observed, thought very probable; but knowing
that it was high time his master should be in the saddle, he brought his
horse close to him, making the animal rear a little, while he held the
stirrup, a very significant gesture for him to mount. Looking round,
and seeing all his party prepared, he threw himself on his horse,
courteously returning the bows made by the bystanders, and set forward
to retrace his steps of the previous day. Having now introduced two
very interesting young people to each other, we will leave them to
pursue their journeys in different directions, while we turn to other
scenes and fresh characters, for none of which, however, have we so much
regard as for those we have just quitted.
Volume 1, Chapter X.
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