Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
We need not follow further the conversation of the two friends, which
lasted till a late hour, when at length, having arranged to call, early
the following morning, on the minister, they separated to their
respective rooms, Don Luis with his heart yet heavy, and his head in a
whirl of confusion, from the various and important occurrences he had
met with since his landing in the morning; indeed, it was with
difficulty he could persuade himself that he had passed only a few short
hours on the shores of Portugal, so great a change had taken place in
all his thoughts and feelings. At the present period of his career,
Carvalho made no attempt to vie in outward show with the rich and
luxurious fidalgos of Lisbon, his mansion being small, and his domestic
arrangements unostentatious; the guard at the door, who presented arms
as Captain Pinto and his young friend entered the hall, being the only
sign that a person of consequence resided there.
On giving their names, a servant, without delay, ushered the two
gentlemen up stairs into a small ante-room, where he left them for a
moment, and immediately returned, saying that his master would receive
them, when, throwing open a side door, he made a sign to them to enter,
and Don Luis found himself in the presence of his acquaintance of the
previous evening.
Carvalho, habited in his morning gown, was pacing the chamber, which he
evidently used as his dressing-room, while a secretary, at a desk near
the window, was busily occupied in writing according to his dictation;
the last few sentences he spoke being heard by his guests before he
appeared to remember their presence. He then suddenly turned, having
assured himself that his instructions were fully understood, and
received them with that frank and courteous politeness for which the
Portuguese are so justly esteemed, and in which he particularly
excelled; placing them on seats opposite to the one into which he threw
himself, in such a position that he might every now and then turn and
give directions to his secretary.
"I am glad to find that your foreign travel has given you habits of
punctuality and early rising," he observed; "customs I wish the young
men of your rank would more generally follow."
"I was anxious to thank your Excellency for the aid you afforded me last
night," returned Don Luis; "and I therefore seized the earliest moment
to pay my respects."
"Ah! that reminds me that you need not be detained in Lisbon to appear
as a witness against the ruffians. They did not intend to take your
life, it appears, but mistook you for another person; however, a few
weeks' imprisonment will benefit them; and I conclude that you do not
intend to remain long away from Court. The king looks with a jealous
eye on those who absent themselves, wishing to see himself, as he ought
to be, surrounded by his nobles, who seem often to forget that they but
hold their rank from him, and that, at his pleasure, they may again
become mere commoners."
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