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competent judges, and began to appreciate their merit more truly
than they had estimated that of the authors. All the lampoons
which were current about them were fully justified. The actors
and actresses ran riot on the applauses of the town, and stood so
high in their own conceit, as to think that they conferred a
favour by appearing on the boards. I was shocked at their public
misconduct; but unfortunately reconciled myself too easily to
their private manners, and plunged into debauchery. How could I
do otherwise? Every word they uttered was poison in the ears of
youth, and every scene that was presented, an alluring picture of
corruption. Had I been a stranger to what passed with Casilda,
with Constance, and with the other actresses, Arsenia’s house
alone would have been sufficient for my ruin. Besides the old
noblemen of whom I have spoken, there came thither young
debauchees of fashion, who forestalled their inheritances by the
disinterested mediation of money-lenders: and sometimes we had
officers under government, who were so far from receiving fees,
as at their public boards, that they paid most exorbitant ones
for the privilege of mixing with such worshipful society.
Florimonde, who lived at next door, dined and supped with Arsenia
every day. Their long intimacy surprised every one. Coquets were
not thought usually to maintain so good an understanding with
each other. It was concluded that they would quarrel, sooner or
late; about some paramour; but such reasoners could not see into
the hearts of these exemplary friends. They were united in the
bonds of indissoluble love. Instead of harbouring jealousy, like
other women, they had everything in common. They had rather
divide the plunder of mankind, than childishly fall out, and
contend for trumpery, as hearts and affections.
Laura, after the example of these two illustrious partners,
turned the fresh season of youth to the best advantage. She had
told me that I should see strange doings. And yet I did not take
up the jealous part. I had promised to adopt the principles of
the company on that score. For some days I kept my thoughts to
myself. I only just took the liberty of asking her the names of
the men whom she favoured with her private ear. She always told
me that they were uncles or cousins. From what a prolific family
was she sprung! King Priam had no luck in propagation, compared
with her ancestors. Nor did this precious abigail confine herself
to her uncles and cousins: she went now and then to lay a trap
for unwary aliens, and personate the widow of quality under the
auspices of the discreet old dowager above mentioned. In short
Laura, to hit off her character exactly, was just as young, just
as pretty, and just as loose as her mistress, who had no other
advantage over her than that of figuring in a more public
capacity.
I was borne down by the torrent for three weeks, and ran the
career of dissipation in my turn. But I must at the same time say
for myself, that in the midst of pleasure I frequently felt the
still small voice of conscience, arising from the impression of a
serious education, which mixed gall in the Circean cup. Riot
could not altogether get the better of remorse: on the contrary,
the pangs of the last grew keener with the more shameful
indulgence of the first; and, by a happy effect of my
temperament, the disorders of a theatrical life began to make me
shudder. Ah! wretch, said I to myself, is it thus that you make
good the hopes of your family? Is it not enough to have thwarted
their pious intentions, by not following your destined course of
life as an instructor of youth? Need your condition of a servant
hinder you from living decently and soberly? Are such monsters of
iniquity fit companions for you? Envy, hatred, and avarice are
predominant here; intemperance and idleness have purchased the
fee-simple there: the pride of some is aggravated into the most
barefaced impudence, and modesty is turned out of doors, by the
common consent of all. The business is settled: I will not live
any longer with the seven deadly sins.
BOOK THE FOURTH.
CH. I. — Gil Blas not being able to reconcile himself to the
morals of the actresses, quits Arsenia, and gets into a more
reputable service.
A SURVIVING spark of honour and of religion, in the midst of so
general depravity, made me resolve not only to leave Arsenia, but
even to abjure all commerce with Laura, whom yet I could not
cease to love, though I was well aware of her daily inconstancy.
Happy the man who can thus profit by those appeals, which
occasionally interrupt the headlong course of his pleasures! One
fine morning, I made up my bundle; and, without reckoning with
Arsenia, who indeed owed me next to nothing, without taking leave
of my dear Laura, I burst from that mansion, which smelt of
brimstone and fire reserved for the wicked. I had no sooner taken
so virtuous a step, than providence interfered in my behalf. I
met the steward of my late master, Don Matthias, and greeted him:
he knew me again at once, and stopped to inquire where I lived. I
answered that I had just left my place; that after staying near a
month with Arsenia, whose manners did not at all suit me, I was
come away by a sudden impulse of virtue, to save my innocence.
The steward, just as if he had been himself of a religious cast,
commended my scruples, and offered me a place much to my
advantage, since I was so chaste and honest a youth. He kept his
word, and introduced me on that very day into the family of Don
Vincent de Gusman, with whose agent he was acquainted.
I could not have got into a better service; nor did I repent in
the sequel of having accepted the situation. Don Vincent was a
very rich old nobleman, who had lived many years unincumbered
with lawsuits or with a wife. The physicians had removed the last
plague out of the way, in their attempts to rid her of a cough,
which might have lasted a great while longer, if the remedies had
not been more fatal than the disease. Far from thinking of the
holy state a second time, he gave himself up entirely to the
education of his only daughter Aurora, who was then entering her
twenty-sixth year, and might pass for an accomplished person.
With beauty above the common, she had an excellent and highly
cultivated understanding. Her father was a poor creature as to
intellect; but he possessed the happy talent of looking well
after his affairs. One fault he had, of a kind excusable in old
men: he was an incessant talker, especially about war and
fighting. If that string was unfortunately touched in his
presence, in a moment he blew his heroic trumpet, and his hearers
might think themselves lucky if they compounded for a gazette
extraordinary of two sieges and three battles. As he had spent
two-thirds of his life in the service, his memory was an
inexhaustible depot of various facts; but the patience of the
listeners did not always keep pace with the perseverance of the
relater. The stories, sufficiently prolix in themselves, were
still further spun out by stuttering; so that the manner was
still less happy than the matter. In all other respects, I never
met with a nobleman of a more amiable character: his temper was
even; he was neither obstinate nor capricious; the general
alternative of men in the higher ranks of life. Though a good
economist, he lived like a gentleman. His establishment was
composed of several men servants, and three women in waiting on
Aurora. I soon discovered that the steward of Don Matthias had
procured me a good post, and my only anxiety was to establish
myself firmly in it. I took all possible pains to feel the ground
under my feet, and to study the characters of the whole
household: then regulating my conduct by my discoveries, I was
not long in ingratiating myself with my master and all the
servants.
I had been with Don Vincent above a month, when it struck me that
his daughter was very particular in her notice of me above all
the servants in the family. Whenever her eyes happened
accidentally to meet mine, they seemed to be suffused with a
certain partial complacency, which did not enter into her silent
communications with the vulgar. Had it not been for my haunts
among the coxcombs of the theatrical tribe and their hangers-on,
it would never have entered into my head that Aurora should throw
away a thought on me: but my brain had been a little turned among
those gentry, from whose libertine suspicions ladies of the
noblest birth are not always held sacred. If, said I, those
chronicles of the age are to be believed, fancy and high blood
lead women of quality a dance, in which they sometimes join hands
with unequal partners: how do I know but my young mistress may
caper to a tune of my piping? But no: it cannot be so, neither.
This is not one of your Messalinas, who, derogating from the
loftiness of ancestry, unworthily let down their regards to the
dust, and sully their pure honour without a blush: but rather one
of those virtuously apprehensive, yet tender-hearted girls, who
encircle their softness within the in surmountable pale of
delicacy; yet think it no tampering with chastity, to inspire and
cherish a sentimental flame, interesting to the heart without
being dangerous to the morals.
Such were my ideas of my mistress, without knowing exactly
whether they were right or wrong. And yet when we met, she was
continually caught with a smile of satisfaction on her
countenance. Without passing for a fop, a man might give in to
such flattering appearances; and a philosophical apathy was not
to be expected from me. I conceived Aurora to have been deeply
smitten with my irresistible attractions; and looked on myself
henceforth in the light of a favoured attendant, whose servitude
was to be sweetened by the balmy infusion of love. To appear in
some measure less unworthy of the blessings, which propitious
fortune had kept in store for me, I began to take better care of
my person than I had done heretofore. I laid out my slender stock
of money in linen, pomatums, and essences. The first thing in the
morning was to prank up and perfume myself, so as not to be in an
undress in case of being sent for into the presence of my
mistress. With these attentions to personal elegance and other
dexterous strokes in the art of pleasing, I flattered myself that
the moment of my bliss was not very distant.
Among Aurora’s women there was one who went by the name of Ortiz.
This was an old dowager, who had been a fixture in Don Vincent’s
family for more than twenty years. She had been about his
daughter from her childhood, and still held the office of duenna;
but she no longer performed the invidious part of the duty. On
the contrary, instead of blazoning, as formerly, Aurora’s little
indiscretions, her skill was now employed in throwing them into
shade. One evening, Dame Ortiz, having watched her opportunity of
speaking to me with. out observation, said in a low voice, that
if I was close and trustworthy, I had only to be in the garden at
midnight, when a scene would be laid open in which I should not
be sorry to be an actor. I answered the duenna, pressing her hand
significantly, that I would not fail, and we parted in a hurry
for fear
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