"Yes, señora."
"Go away. Send me Esteban. You do not even say Yes, señora as a friend would say it."
Long pause. Presently she raised her head: "Are you still there, Unfriendly?"
"Yes, señora ... 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, señora."
"What do you promise by?—by the Virgin Mary?"
"Yes, señora."
"And by the heart of Saint Rose of Lima?"
"Yes, señora."