Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Luis promised faithfully to follow the gallant sailor's advice; and it
was fortunate for him that he did so, for in vain did the assassin,
Rodrigo, watch night after night to find him alone. The following
morning, he repaired, at an early hour, to call on Goncalo Christovao,
his heart beating with doubts and fears as to the success of his
petition. He carried the casket of jewels to restore to Donna Clara,
but, on searching for the letter to her father, he could nowhere
discover it. After turning over every article of his baggage, aided by
Pedro, he was at last obliged to set forward without it, trusting,
however, to have frequent opportunities of delivering it. The fidalgo
received him with stately politeness, pouring forth torrents of
expressions of gratitude for the service he had afforded him; but when
Luis mentioned the chief object of his visit, he at first looked
confounded with astonishment, assuring him that he had never before
heard of a young noble venturing to win a young lady's affections
without having first applied to the father for leave to do so; such
conduct was excusable only in low-born plebeians, whose marriages were
of no importance; that he had, however, no objections to him, except
from his want of fortune, which was an insurmountable one; that his
daughter could never wed without his leave, and that she was engaged to
another gentleman.
This answer, though very polite, was a most discouraging one, as most of
our readers will agree; but, at the same time, there was that buoyant
nature in the composition of Luis, which made him hope where others
would have despaired, though he certainly could not see very clearly on
what grounds to found those hopes; indeed, he was obliged to acknowledge
to himself that they arose far more from the feelings, than from the
judgment.
The fidalgo made a great many more very polite speeches, assuring him
that his house, and everything he possessed, was at his service, except
his daughter; that he would forgive his falling in love with her,
provided he made no further attempts to see her, and that the trouble he
had taken to recover the casket, raised him, if possible, even higher in
his opinion than before; indeed, there was nobody he more admired in the
world; but that he must banish all thoughts of Clara from his mind. We
only quote a part of the substance of the harangue, which was very long,
and filled with the most courteous and elegant flourishes; indeed, it is
extraordinary how very polite people are when they feel confident that
they are saying the most disagreeable things in the world.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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