第81章 LITTLE POINSINET(5)

Poinsinet, enchanted, rushed to a glass."Fool!" said the magician; "do you suppose that YOU can see the change? My power to render you invisible, beautiful, or ten times more hideous even than you are, extends only to others, not to you.You may look a thousand times in the glass, and you will only see those deformed limbs and disgusting features with which devilish malice has disguised you." Poor little Poinsinet looked, and came back in tears."But," resumed the magician,--"ha, ha, ha!--I know a way in which to disappoint the machinations of these fiendish magi.""Oh, my benefactor!--my great master!--for heaven's sake tell it!"gasped Poinsinet.

"Look you--it is this.A prey to enchantment and demoniac art all your life long, you have lived until your present age perfectly satisfied; nay, absolutely vain of a person the most singularly hideous that ever walked the earth!""IS it?" whispered Poinsinet."Indeed and indeed I didn't think it so bad!""He acknowledges it! he acknowledges it!" roared the magician.

"Wretch, dotard, owl, mole, miserable buzzard! I have no reason to tell thee now that thy form is monstrous, that children cry, that cowards turn pale, that teeming matrons shudder to behold it.It is not thy fault that thou art thus ungainly: but wherefore so blind? wherefore so conceited of thyself! I tell thee, Poinsinet, that over every fresh instance of thy vanity the hostile enchanters rejoice and triumph.As long as thou art blindly satisfied with thyself; as long as thou pretendest, in thy present odious shape, to win the love of aught above a negress; nay, further still, until thou hast learned to regard that face, as others do, with the most intolerable horror and disgust, to abuse it when thou seest it, to despise it, in short, and treat that miserable disguise in which the enchanters have wrapped thee with the strongest, hatred and scorn, so long art thou destined to wear it."Such speeches as these, continually repeated, caused Poinsinet to be fully convinced of his ugliness; he used to go about in companies, and take every opportunity of inveighing against himself; he made verses and epigrams against himself; he talked about "that dwarf, Poinsinet;" "that buffoon, Poinsinet;" "that conceited, hump-backed Poinsinet;" and he would spend hours before the glass, abusing his own face as he saw it reflected there, and vowing that he grew handsomer at every fresh epithet that he uttered.

Of course the wags, from time to time, used to give him every possible encouragement, and declared that since this exercise, his person was amazingly improved.The ladies, too, began to be so excessively fond of him, that the little fellow was obliged to caution them at last--for the good, as he said, of society; he recommended them to draw lots, for he could not gratify them all;but promised when his metamorphosis was complete, that the one chosen should become the happy Mrs.Poinsinet; or, to speak more correctly, Mrs.Polycarte.

I am sorry to say, however, that, on the score of gallantry, Poinsinet was never quite convinced of the hideousness of his appearance.He had a number of adventures, accordingly, with the ladies, but strange to say, the husbands or fathers were always interrupting him.On one occasion he was made to pass the night in a slipper-bath full of water; where, although he had all his clothes on, he declared that he nearly caught his death of cold.