The bridge of San Luis Rey - Thornton Wilder [17]
me but a lot of peddlers. It is because I am an actress, no?" This was not very artful, but for Manuel it was unspeakably complicated. He merely stared at her from the shadows of his long hair and left her to improvise. "I am going to engage you to write a letter for me, a very secret letter. But now I can see that you don't like me and that to ask you to write a letter would be as good as reading it aloud in all the wine-shops. What does that look mean, Manuel? Are you my friend?" "Yes, se�." "Go away. Send me Esteban. You do not even say Yes, se� as a friend would say it." Long pause. Presently she raised her head: "Are you still there, Unfriendly?" "Yes, senora -- you can trust me to do anything for you... you can trust..." "If I ask you to write one letter for me, or two letters, you promise never to mention to a human being what is in them, or even that you wrote them?" "Yes, se�." "What do you promise by?--by the Virgin Mary?" "Yes, se�." "And by the heart of Saint Rose of Lima?" "Yes, se�." "Name of the Name, Manuel, anyone would think you were as stupid as an ox. Manuel, I am very angry with you. You are not stupid. You don't look stupid. Please don't say just _Yes, se�_ again. Don't be stupid or I'll send for Esteban. Is anything the matter with you?" Here Manuel cast himself upon the Spanish language and exclaimed with unnecessary vigor: "I swear by the Virgin Mary and the heart of St. Rose of Lima that all that has to do with the letter will be secret." "Even from Esteban," prompted the Perichole. "Even from Esteban." "Well, that's better." She motioned him to sit down at a table where writing materials were already laid out. As she dictated she strode about the room, frowning, swinging her hips. With her arms akimbo, she hugged her shawl about her shoulders defiantly. "Camila Perichole kisses the hands of Your Excellency and says--No, take another piece of paper and begin again. The se� Micaela Villegas, artist, kisses the hands of Your Excellency and says that, being the victim of the envious and lying friends that Y. E.'s goodness permits about Him, she can no longer endure Y, E.'s suspicions and jealousy. Y. E.'s servant has always valued Y. E.'s friendship and has never committed, nor even thought, an offense against it, but she can no longer fight against the calumnies that Y. E. believes so readily. Se� Villegas, artist, called the Perichole, therefore returns herewith such of Y. E.'s gifts as have not been placed beyond recall, since without Y. E.'s confidence, Y. E's servant can take no pleasure in them." Camila continued walking about the room for several minutes, consumed by her thoughts. Presently without so much as glancing at her secretary, she commanded: Take another leaf. _Have you gone mad? Do not ever think of dedicating another bull to me again. It has caused a frightful war. Heaven protect you, my colt. Friday night, the same place, the same time. I may be a little late, for the fox is wide-awake._ That will be all." Manuel rose. "You swear that you have made no errors?" "Yes, I swear." "There is your money." Manuel took the money. "I shall want you to write me more letters from time to time. My Uncle Pio generally writes my letters; these I do not wish him to know about. Good night. Go with God." "Go with God." Manuel descended the stairs and stood for a long time among the trees, not thinking, not moving.
Esteban knew that his brother was continually brooding over the Perichole, but he never suspected that he saw her. From time to time during the next two months a small boy would approach him in great haste and ask whether he were Manuel or Esteban, and being informed that he was only Esteban, the boy would add that Manuel was wanted at the theatre. Esteban assumed that the call was for copyist's work and was therefore utterly unprepared for a visit that they received one night in their room. It was almost midnight. Esteban had gone to bed, and lay gazing out from under the blanket at the candle beside which his brother was working. There was a light tap at the door and Manuel opened to