“The Spanish women are more closely confined, and more amorous than ours. Love is managed in that country by a sort of ambassadresses, who have orders to catechize strangers, to make proposals to them, to conduct them forward and backward; and the ladies undertake the task of making them happy. I was not obliged to go through this ceremony, thanks to the conjuncture. A great revolution had lately placed a prince of the blood royal of France on the throne of this kingdom: his arrival and coronation occasioned festivals at the court, where I then appeared. I was accosted at a masquerade; and a meeting was proposed me for the next day: I accepted the challenge, and went into a little house, where I found only one man mask’d, his nose wrapp’d in his cloak, who delivered me a letter, in which Donna Oropeza put off the party to the next day at the same hour. I returned, and was introduced into an apartment sumptuously furnish’d, and well illuminated with wax tapers. My goddess did not make me wait long. She enter’d just at my heels, and rush’d into my arms without speaking a word, or taking off her mask. Was she ugly? Was she handsome? was what I knew not. I only perceived on the couch, to which she drew me, that she was young, well-made, and loved pleasure. When she found herself satisfied with my panegyricks, she unmask’d, and showed me the original of this picture, which you see in my snuffbox.”
Selim open’d, and at the same time presented the favorite with a gold box, of exquisite work, and richly adorn’d with jewels. “The present is gallant,” says Mangogul.
“What I esteem most in it,” added the favorite, “is the portrait. What eyes! What a mouth! what a neck! But is not all this heightened?”
“So little, madam,” replied Selim, “that Oropeza would probably have fixed me at Madrid, if her husband, informed of our commerce, had not disturbed it by his threats. I loved Oropeza, but I loved life better still. Besides, my governor was not of opinion, that I should expose myself to be poniarded by the husband, for the sake of enjoying his wife some few months more. Wherefore I wrote to the fair Spanish Donna a very moving farewell letter, which I stole out of some romance of that country, and set out for France.
“The monarch, who then reigned in France, was the king of Spain’s grandfather, and his court was justly esteemed the most magnificent, most polite, and most gallant in Europe. I appeared there as a phenomenon. ‘A young lord of Congo,’ says a beautiful marquise. ‘That must be surely very diverting: those men are better then ours. I think Congo is not far from Morocco.’ Suppers were given, to which I was invited. Let my discourse have ever so little sense in it, it was found fine, admirable: people retracted, who had at first done me the honour to suspect that I had not common sense.
“ ‘He is a charming man,’ says another court lady briskly: ‘it would be murther to suffer so pretty a figure to return into a wretched country, where the women are narrowly watched by men who are no longer so. Is it true, sir? ’Tis said, that they have nothing. That is very unseemly in a man.’
“ ‘But,’ adds another, ‘we must keep this great boy here, (for he is well born) though he were only made a knight of Malta. I engage, if you will, to procure him an employment; and the dutchess Victoria, my old friend, will speak to the king in his favor, if it be requisite.’
“I soon had indubitable proofs of their goodwill, and I put the marquise into a condition of pronouncing on the merit of the inhabitants of Morocco and Congo. I found that the employment, which the dutchess and her friend had promised me, was difficult to execute, and therefore gave it up. It was in this recess that I learned to form those noble passions of twenty-four hours. I circulated during six months in a vortex, where the beginning of an adventure did not wait for the end of another; because enjoyment was the only thing intended. Or if that was slow in coming, or as soon as it was obtained, we ran upon the scent of new pleasures.”
“What do you tell me, Selim?” interrupted the favorite. “Decency is then
