The bridge of San Luis Rey - Thornton Wilder [7]
wrote the letter, making up the bundle towards dawn and leaving it for Pepita to deliver to the agent. Then as the sun rose she would shut herself up in her room with some flagons and drift through the next few weeks without the burden of consciousness. Finally she would emerge from her happiness and prepare to go into a state of "training" in preparation for the writing of another letter. Thus on the night following the scandal in the theatre she wrote Letter XXII and retired to bed with a carafe. All next day Pepita moved about the room, glancing anxiously at the figure on the bed. The next afternoon Pepita brought her needlework into the room. The Marquesa lay staring at the ceiling with wide-open eyes, talking to herself. Towards dusk Pepita was called to the door and informed that the Perichole had come to see the mistress. Pepita remembered the theatre very well and sent back word angrily that the mistress refused to see her. The man carried the message to the street door, but returned awestruck with the news that the Se� Perichole was armed with a letter from the Viceroy presenting her to the lady. Pepita tiptoed to the bed and started talking to the Marquesa. The glazed eyes moved to the girl's face. Pepita shook her gently. With great effort Do�ar�tried to fix her mind on what was being said to her. Twice she lay back, refusing to seize the meaning, but at last, like a general calling together in a rain and by night the dispersed division of his army she assembled memory and attention and a few other faculties and painfully pressing her hand to her forehead she asked for a bowl of snow. When it was brought her, she long and drowsily pressed handfuls of it against her temples and cheeks; then rising she stood for a long time leaning against the bed and looking at her shoes. At last she raised her head with decision, she called for her fur-trimmed cloak and a veil. She put them on and tottered into her handsomest reception room where the actress stood waiting for her. Camila had intended to be perfunctory and if possible impudent, but now she was struck for the first time with the dignity of the old woman. The mercer's daughter could carry herself at times with all the distinction of the Montemayors and when she was drunk she wore the grandeur of Hecuba. For Camila the half-closed eyes had the air of weary authority and she began almost timidly: "I come, Se�, to make sure that you could not have misunderstood anything I said on the evening that Your Grace did me the honour to visit my theatre." "Misunderstood? Misunderstood?" said the Marquesa. "Your Grace might have misunderstood and thought that my words were intended to be disrespectful to Your Grace." "To me?" "Your Grace is not offended at her humble servant? Your Grace is aware that a poor actress in my position may be carried beyond her intentions... that it is very difficult... that everything...." "How can I be offended, Se�? All that I can remember is that you gave a beautiful performance. You are a great artist. You should be happy, happy. My handkerchief, Pepita...." The Marquesa brought out these words very rapidly and vaguely, but the Perichole was confounded. A piercing sense of shame filled her. She turned crimson. At last she was able to murmur: "It was in the songs between the acts of the comedy. I was afraid Your Grace..." "Yes, yes. I remember now. I left early. Pepita, we left early, did we not? But, se�, you are good enough to forgive my leaving early, yes, even in the middle of your admirable performance. I forget why we left. Pepita... oh, some indisposition...." It was impossible that anyone in the theatre could have missed the intention of the songs. Camila could only assume that the Marquesa, out of a sort of fantastic magnanimity, was playing the farce of not having noticed it. She was almost in tears: "But you are so good to overlook my childishness, Se�,--I mean Your Grace. I did not know. I did not know your goodness. Se�, permit me to kiss your hand." Do�ar�held out her hand astonished. She had not for a long time been addressed with