I returned home, delivering a note from Don Perez to Emilia, stating his intention to abide by her wishes, and stated to Donna Teresa all that had passed between the cavaliers.
“Thanks to your prudence and sagacity, my dear little Pedro, all as yet is well; but it may yet be discovered; for I will now confide to you, that the tenderness last night, intended for Don Florez, was by your mistake, and the darkness and silence prescribed at the meeting, lavished upon my sister’s admirer. But all will I trust be well, and I shall not suffer for an unintentional misfortune.”
That evening Don Florez was received by Teresa in the saloon; and the next morning, I was sitting as usual by my mistress, when she asked, “Well, Pedro, have you discovered any thing?”
“Yes, madam,” replied I.
“And what is it, child?”
“Why, madam, a gentleman asked me to give a letter, but I would not.”
“Who was it for, child?”
“I don’t know, madam, for I refused to take it in my hand.”
“Well, Pedro, you were right; the next time he offers you a letter take it, and bring it to me.”
“I will, madam,” said I. “Here are two reals for you, child—have you spent the last I gave you?”