Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"My movements will depend entirely on my father's will," answered Don
Luis; "and, after my long absence, he will probably desire me to remain
with him."
"Your father is a man I much esteem," said the Minister; "and regret
that some slight he conceives himself to have received should have
driven him from Court; for I cannot suppose that he is tainted with
disloyalty to our sovereign, which is more than I can say for some of
the haughty fidalgos of the land, whose pride, by heavens! soars so
high, that they seem to consider themselves his superiors; let them
beware, or it shall be brought low enough."
The manner of the speaker for a moment became excited; but he quickly
resumed his usual calm demeanour, as he continued--"Offer my compliments
to your father, and say I must request he will not detain you long away,
for I feel confident that his majesty will wish to give you some
employment suitable to your rank, and the high talents I know you to
possess."
Don Luis, surprised at the compliment, for he could not conceive how the
minister knew anything about him, could only bow in return; nor was he
particularly pleased with its authoritative tone, as coming from a man
whom he had been taught to consider, on account of his birth, but of
little consequence; particularly when he heard threats uttered against
the class to which he belonged. The Minister, eyeing the young man
narrowly, to observe the effect of his observations, then addressed a
few sentences to Captain Pinto, during which time Don Luis, happening to
look in the direction of the secretary, observed that his glance was
fixed on him; but it was immediately withdrawn, the latter person
applying himself studiously to his occupation; it was, however,
sufficient to attract Don Luis's attention more especially to his
countenance, which he could not help fancying that he had seen somewhere
before, and at no great distance of time. It was not probable that he
had met him abroad, so that it could have been only on the previous
day;--perhaps he had passed him in the street--for he possessed only an
undefined, dreamy sort of recollection of the countenance;--when, on a
sudden, it struck him that those expressive eyes and features were the
same he had for a moment seen in the corridor of the Jesuits' College.
Yet it was extraordinary that a person employed by one who was a
professed enemy of that order should have been found holding
communication with them, and he felt confident that the secretary had
either been playing false to his master, or deceiving in some way the
holy fathers. However, he wisely, for the present, kept his counsel:
determining, as in duty bound, to take the first opportunity of
mentioning his suspicions to his cousin, Father da Costa, between whom
and the Minister he knew there was no cordiality. He had just arrived
at this conclusion, when Carvalho again turned to him, making many
minute inquiries about his travels in England, which showed him,
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