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herself for conquest, in expectation of our visit. Thus
presenting all her charms in full force, she did by me much as
Antonia had done before; but I managed my raptures so discreetly,
that even Scipio had no suspicion. Our conversation turned, as on
the preceding day, on the mutual pleasure of good neighbourhood.
Still he did not open on the subject of Seraphina, nor did we
attempt to draw him out. During our interview, I often cast a
side glance at Dorothea, though with all the reserve of delicate
apprehension; whenever our eyes met, the citadel of my heart was
ready to surrender. To describe the object of my love justly, as
well as feelingly, her beauty was not of the most perfect kind:
her skin was of a dazzling whiteness, and her lips united the
colour with the fragrance of the rose; but her features were not
so regular and well-proportioned as might have been wished: yet,
altogether, she won my heart.
In short, I left the mansion of Jutella a different man from what
I was on entering it: so that, returning to Lirias with my whole
soul absorbed in Dorothea, I saw and spoke only of her. How is
this, master! said Scipio with a look of astonishment: you seem
to be very much taken with Don Juan’s sister! Can you be in love
with her? Yes, my friend, answered I: to my shame be it spoken.
Since the death of Antonia, how many lovely females have passed
in review before me with indifference: and must my passions be
irresistibly kindled at this time of life? Indeed, sir, replied
the son of Coselina, you may bless your stars, instead of
squabbling with yourself: you are not so old as to make your
sacrifice at the shrine of love a by-word; and time has not yet
ploughed such furrows on your brow, as to render hopeless the
desire of pleasing. When you see Don Juan next, ask him boldly
for his sister: he cannot refuse her to you; and besides, if his
views in her settlement are ambitious, how can he do better? You
have a patent of nobility in your pocket, and upon that your
posterity may ride easy; after five generations, when pedigree
herself shall be lost in the confusion of her materials, it may
exercise the diligence of learned inquiry, to trace the family of
the Santillanes to the beginning of its archives, and consecrate
the fame of its founder by the indistinctness of his story.
CH. XIV. — A double marriage, and the conclusion of the history.
By this discourse, Scipio encouraged me to declare myself,
without considering bow he exposed me to the danger of a refusal.
My own resolution was taken with fear and trembling. Though I
carried my years well, and might have sunk at least ten, it did
not seem unlikely that a young beauty might turn up her nose at
the disparity. I determined, however, to bolt the question the
first time I saw her brother, who was not without his
trepidations on the subject of my god-daughter.
He returned my call the next morning, just as I had done
dressing. Signor de Santillane, said he, I wish to speak with you
on some serious business. I took him into my closet, where
entering on the subject at once, I imagine, continued he, that
you are not unacquainted with the purpose of my visit: I love
Seraphina; you are all in all with her father; I must request you
therefore to intercede and procure for me the accomplishment of
my heart’s desire: then shall I have to thank you for the prime
bliss of my existence. Signor Don Juan, answered I, as you come
to the point at once, you can have no objection to my following
your example: My good offices are fully at your service, and I
shall hope for yours with your sister in return.
Don Juan was agreeably surprised. Can it be possible, exclaimed
he, that Dorothea should have made a conquest of your heart since
yesterday? It is even so, said I, and it would make me the
happiest of men, if the proposal should meet with your joint
approbation. You may rely on that, replied he; though with some
pretensions to family pride, yours is not an alliance to be
despised. You flatter me highly, rejoined I; that you are not
mealy-mouthed about receiving a commoner into your pedigree, is a
mark of good sense; but even if nobility had been a necessary
ingredient in your sister’s requisites for a husband, we should
not have quarrelled on that account. I have worked out twenty
years in the trammels of office; and the king, as a reward of my
long labours, has granted me a patent of nobility. This high-minded gentleman read my credentials over with extreme
satisfaction, and returning them, told me that Dorothea was mine.
And Seraphina yours, exclaimed I.
Thus were the two marriages agreed on between us. The consent of
the intended brides was all that remained; for we neither of us
presumed to control the inclinations of our wards. My friend
therefore carried home my proposal to his sister, and I called
Scipio, Beatrice, and my god-daughter together, for the purpose
of laying open a similar project. Beatrice voted loudly for
immediate acceptance, and Seraphina silently. The father did not
say much against it; but boggled a little at the fortune he must
give to a gentleman whose seat required such immediate and
extensive repairs. I stopped Scipio’s mouth by telling him that
was my concern, and that I should contribute four thousand
pistoles to the architect’s estimate.
In the evening, Don Juan came again. Your business is going
swimmingly, said I; pray heaven mine may promise as fairly.
Better it cannot, answered he; my influence was quite unnecessary
to prevail with Dorothea; your person had made its impression,
and your manners pleased her. You were afraid she might not like
you; while she, with more reason, having nothing to offer you but
her heart and hand … . What would she offer more? interrupted
I, out of my wits with joy. Since the lovely Dorothea can think
of me without repugnance, I ask no more: my fortune is ample, and
the possession of her is the only dowry I should value.
Don Juan and myself, highly delighted at having brought our views
to bear so soon, were for hastening our nuptials, and cutting off
all superfluous ceremonies. I closeted the gentleman with
Seraphina’s parents; the settlemeuts were soon agreed on, and he
took his leave, promising to return next day with Dorothea. My
eager desire of appearing agreeable in that lady’s eyes,
occasioned me to spend three hours at least in adjusting my
dress, and communicating the air of a lover to my person; but I
could not do it so much to my mind as in my younger days. The
preparations for courtship are a pleasure to a young man, but a
serious business and hazardous speculation to one who is
beginning to be oldish. And yet it turned out better than my
hopes or deserts; for Don Juan’s sister received me so
graciously, as to put me in good humour with myself. I was
charmed with the turn of her mind; and foreboded that with
discreet management and much deference, I might really get her to
like me as well as anybody else. Full of this sweet hope I sent
for the lawyers to draw up the two contracts, and for the
clergyman of Paterna, to bring us better acquainted with our
mistresses.
Thus did I light the torch of Hymen for the second time, and it
did not burn blue with the brimstone of repentance. Dorothea,
like a virtuous wife, made a pleasure of her duty; in gratitude
for the pains I took to anticipate all her wishes, she soon loved
me as well as if I had been younger. Don Juan and my god-daughter
were most enthusiastic in their mutual ardour; and what was most
unprecedented of all, the two sisters-in-law loved one another
sincerely. Don Juan was a man in whom all good qualities met: my
esteem for him increased daily, and he did not repay it with
ingratitude. In short, we were a happy and united family: we
could scarcely bear the interval of separation between evening
and morning. Our time was divided between Lirias and Jutella: his
excellency’s pistoles made the old battlements to raise their
heads again, and the castle to resume its lordly port.
For these three years, reader, I have led a life of unmixed bliss
in this beloved society. To perfect my satisfaction, heaven has
deigned to send me two smiling babes, whose education will be the
amusement of my declining years; and if ever husband might
venture to hazard so bold an hypothesis, I devoutly believe
myself their father.
THE END
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