Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
occasionally, to those of higher degree, he would condescend to make a
low bow as they departed, provided they paid well, and shared with him a
bottle or so of his best wine.
The sun had some time set, the apartment being thrown into obscurity,
except near the blaze of the fire, and at the further end of the long
table, where, round a brass lamp of that elegant shape used by the
Romans, and still to be seen in Italy, were seated the landlord and four
or five of his guests, deeply immersed in some game of cards, their
countenances exhibiting all the eager passions of men who had large sums
at stake. Indeed, several gold and silver pieces were seen to change
hands, to the evident rage of the losers; though, from the dress and
appearance of the men, one would not have expected to find them
possessed of so large an amount. Their costume was soiled, and patched
with divers shades of cloth: it consisted of short braided jackets, and
red waistcoats, loose trowsers and long gaiters, with a red sash round
the waist, in which was stuck, without any attempt at concealment, a
long knife, in a sheath, towards whose hilt the hand seemed to have a
natural tendency to move. On their heads they wore round, low-crowned
hats of black felt, with rather broad brims, which, pulled a little
forward, effectually concealed the features.
At the smaller table, near the fire, were several other people,
discussing in silence their suppers of cabbage broth, inattentive to
what was going forward at the other end of the room. Two hours of the
night had passed away, the card party yet eagerly proceeding in their
game, with slight variations of fortune, when the clatter of horses'
hoofs was heard, and the boy was loudly summoned to hold a lantern while
the animals were stalled and fed; and, soon afterwards, two men, wrapped
in large riding cloaks, entered, and glancing at the guests near the
fire, advanced towards the end of the long table. The gamblers, looking
up for a moment, received them as friends; but their interest in the
game was far too intense to permit their attention to be withdrawn for a
longer period; the others looking patiently on, till one of the former
sprang from his seat, exclaiming, "By St. Anthony, I play no more:
curses on the game; I've lost my last testoon, and owe more to boot.
How to pay my debts I know not."
One of the new comers, fixing his eyes on him, smiled significantly.
"What, Salvador," he said, "know you not how a man of spirit may best
recruit his exhausted finances? Banish all fears, I will soon put you
in the way of it."
"Thanks, senhor, I have trod it before," answered Salvador; "but I like
not the sight of the gibbet in the distance."
"Fool!" muttered the other; "no man of courage is frightened at such a
phantom."
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