Georgina.â
Cristóbalâs expression has grown stern.
âYour cousin, is she? And which one of you is courting her? For the sake of our business, I hope Iâm mistaken about you, because it is a rule of mine never to wet my nib for love affairs between blood relatives. Nor do I place my wax seal on romances between two men, much less produce letters for girls who have not yet been presented in society. Even we scriveners have our ethics, you know.â
âThereâs no need to worry about that. Weâre not the ones courting her.â
âSheâs hung up on another man. A Spanish friend sheâs been exchanging letters with for some months.â
âA friend, or maybe something more,â Carlos adds.
âThe truth is, itâs hard to tell how things stand, Professor.â
âItâs hard to tell, but my cousin, you knowâsheâs smitten.â
âShe canât think about anything else, poor thing.â
Cristóbal focuses on his papers again.
âI understand. And I suppose you want me to help her with the next letters, is that it? Put a little polish on the correspondence to see if we can reel this Spanish fellow in?â
âNo, she takes care of the letters,â Carlos answers, his voice suddenly harsh.
âWe are asking a much smaller favor, Professor. The girl insists, you know, on writing the letters herself. Sheâs a romantic, his cousin is. The one weâre not so sure about is that friend of hers.â
âWeâre concerned her affections might be unrequited, you see. That heâs only stringing her along,â says Carlos.
âThat even if it seems like heâs ready to pluck the hen, the only thing he really wants to take off her is her inheritance.â
âThatâs why we need your advice, Professor.â
âWe were told thereâs nobody in Lima who knows more than you about love letters and how to interpret them,â says José.
âIf you could give us your impression as to the gentlemanâs intentions . . .â
âOr tell us if there are signs he is going to make some noble gesture, like perhaps writing her a poem or two. Thatâs just the sort of thing she longs for, you see.â
Professor Cristóbal twirls his eyeglasses between his fingers as he listens.
âYes, I see. So letâs just get right down to it: Do we or do we not want the courtship to end well?â
âWe do, we do.â
âOf course we do! All we want is for his cousin to be happy.â
The scrivener nods, pleased.
âIâm glad to hear that, because I also refuse to dip my nib to swim against loveâs tide. Indeed, you might say thatâs my golden rule in this work: love above all else. Even a poor man has ethics. You understand.â
âThereâs no need to worry about that.â
âI donât help seduce married women either. Thatâs another rule thatâs not up for discussion.â
âYou can rest assured that everything is quite ethical and wholesome.â
âAnd very romantic. Weâre romantics too, you know.â
The Professor claps his hands together loudly.
âThen say no more. But if you want my opinion, weâre going to need the chapâs letters. So if you couldââ
Before heâs finished the sentence, Carlos has already placed a packet on the table.
âHere are his letters, and hers are at the bottom. You canât say we havenât been thorough.â
Cristóbal accepts the bundle of letters and warily examines both sides of it.
âAnd how is it that you have hers too? Does your cousin write them and then just stick them in a drawer?â
âShe mails them, but she makes a lot of drafts beforehand, Professor,â says Carlos.
âAs we said, she is unable to think about anything else.â
âSheâs completely hung up on him.â
âAnd itâs hard to tell
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