“Do you have the letters with you?” Mr. Carruthers asks.
I reach into my reticule and hand them across the desk. Mr. Carruthers adjusts his spectacles and begins reading. Sweat dribbles down my back. He makes a note. At last he folds the letters up.
“There’s no doubt the letters damage your reputation. And you’re suspended from the Female Mission?”
“Yes. I’m staying in Serampore at the moment.”
“Loss of livelihood,” Mr. Carruthers mumbles as he makes another note. “What do you want me to do for you?”
“The Ladies’ Association hasn’t seen the letters. If Mr. Hastie retracts his endorsement, the letters may be overlooked.”
“That’s a possibility, I suppose,” Mr. Carruthers leans back in his chair. “However, Mr. Hastie isn’t the source of the letters. A Mrs. Walker initiated these responses. Whether the letters will go further is impossible to say. Do you have any idea why Mrs. Walker solicited these letters?”
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