[Montezuma’s Daughter by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookMontezuma’s Daughter CHAPTER VII 21/22
Had it not been for me such patients would have been lost to us, since, for the most part, their timidity had kept them away. In the same fashion when the festival was ended and I prepared to wend homewards, now and again a gallant would slip his arm in mine and ask my master's help in some affair of love or honour, or even of the purse. Then I would lead him straight to the old Moorish house where Don Andres sat writing in his velvet robe like some spider in his web, for the most of our business was done at night; and straight-way the matter would be attended to, to my master's profit and the satisfaction of all.
By degrees it became known that though I was so young yet I had discretion, and that nothing which went in at my ears came out of my lips; that I neither brawled nor drank nor gambled to any length, and that though I was friendly with many fair ladies, there were none who were entitled to know my secrets.
Also it became known that I had some skill in my art of healing, and it was said among the ladies of Seville that there lived no man in that city so deft at clearing the skin of blemishes or changing the colour of the hair as old Fonseca's nephew, and as any one may know this reputation alone was worth a fortune.
Thus it came about that I was more and more consulted on my own account.
In short, things went so well with us that in the first six months of my service I added by one third to the receipts of my master's practice, large as they had been before, besides lightening his labours not a little. It was a strange life, and of the things that I saw and learned, could they be written, I might make a tale indeed, but they have no part in this history.
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