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the aspern papers-第11章

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for her the veil that covered the temple of her youth。  In this

case she perhaps would not know of the existence of the papers;

and I welcomed that presumptionit made me feel more safe with her

until I remembered that we had believed the letter of disavowal

received by Cumnor to be in the handwriting of the niece。

If it had been dictated to her she had of course to know what it

was about; yet after all the effect of it was to repudiate

the idea of any connection with the poet。  I held it probable

at all events that Miss Tita had not read a word of his poetry。

Moreover if; with her companion; she had always escaped

the interviewer there was little occasion for her having

got it into her head that people were 〃after〃 the letters。

People had not been after them; inasmuch as they had not

heard of them; and Cumnor's fruitless feeler would have been

a solitary accident。



When midnight sounded Miss Tita got up; but she stopped at the door

of the house only after she had wandered two or three times

with me round the garden。  〃When shall I see you again?〃

I asked before she went in; to which she replied with

promptness that she should like to come out the next night。

She added however that she should not comeshe was so far

from doing everything she liked。



〃You might do a few things that _I_ like;〃 I said with a sigh。



〃Oh; youI don't believe you!〃 she murmured at this; looking at me

with her simple solemnity。



〃Why don't you believe me?〃



〃Because I don't understand you。〃



〃That is just the sort of occasion to have faith。〃

I could not say more; though I should have liked to; as I saw

that I only mystified her; for I had no wish to have it on my

conscience that I might pass for having made love to her。

Nothing less should I have seemed to do had I continued to beg a lady

to 〃believe in me〃 in an Italian garden on a midsummer night。

There was some merit in my scruples; for Miss Tita lingered and lingered:

I perceived that she felt that she should not really soon come

down again and wished therefore to protract the present。

She insisted too on making the talk between us personal to ourselves;

and altogether her behavior was such as would have been possible

only to a completely innocent woman。



〃I shall like the flowers better now that I know they are also meant for me。〃



〃How could you have doubted it?  If you will tell me the kind you

like best I will send a double lot of them。〃



〃Oh; I like them all best!〃  Then she went on; familiarly:  〃Shall you study

shall you read and writewhen you go up to your rooms?〃



〃I don't do that at night; at this season。  The lamplight brings

in the animals。〃



〃You might have known that when you came。〃



〃I did know it!〃



〃And in winter do you work at night?〃



〃I read a good deal; but I don't often write。〃

She listened as if these details had a rare interest;

and suddenly a temptation quite at variance with the prudence

I had been teaching myself associated itself with her plain;

mild face。  Ah yes; she was safe and I could make her safer!

It seemed to me from one moment to another that I could

not wait longerthat I really must take a sounding。

So I went on:  〃In general before I go to sleepvery often in bed

(it's a bad habit; but I confess to it); I read some great poet。

In nine cases out of ten it's a volume of Jeffrey Aspern。〃



I watched her well as I pronounced that name but I saw nothing wonderful。

Why should I indeedwas not Jeffrey Aspern the property of the human race?



〃Oh; we read himwe HAVE read him;〃 she quietly replied。



〃He is my poet of poetsI know him almost by heart。〃



For an instant Miss Tita hesitated; then her sociability was

too much for her。



〃Oh; by heartthat's nothing!〃 she murmured; smiling。  〃My aunt used

to know himto know him〃she paused an instant and I wondered what she

was going to say〃to know him as a visitor。〃



〃As a visitor?〃  I repeated; staring。



〃He used to call on her and take her out。〃



I continued to stare。  〃My dear lady; he died a hundred years ago!〃



〃Well;〃 she said mirthfully; 〃my aunt is a hundred and fifty。〃



〃Mercy on us!〃  I exclaimed; 〃why didn't you tell me before?

I should like so to ask her about him。〃



〃She wouldn't care for thatshe wouldn't tell you;〃

Miss Tita replied。



〃I don't care what she cares for!  She MUST tell me

it's not a chance to be lost。〃



〃Oh; you should have come twenty years ago:  then she still

talked about him。〃



〃And what did she say?〃  I asked eagerly。



〃I don't knowthat he liked her immensely。〃



〃And shedidn't she like him?〃



〃She said he was a god。〃  Miss Tita gave me this information flatly;

without expression; her tone might have made it a piece of trivial gossip。

But it stirred me deeply as she dropped the words into the summer night;

it seemed such a direct testimony。



〃Fancy; fancy!〃  I murmured。  And then; 〃Tell me this; pleasehas she

got a portrait of him?  They are distressingly rare。〃



〃A portrait?  I don't know;〃 said Miss Tita; and now there

was discomfiture in her face。  〃Well; good night!〃 she added;

and she turned into the house。



I accompanied her into the wide; dusky; stone…paved passage

which on the ground floor corresponded with our grand sala。

It opened at one end into the garden; at the other upon the canal;

and was lighted now only by the small lamp that was always

left for me to take up as I went to bed。  An extinguished

candle which Miss Tita apparently had brought down with her

stood on the same table with it。  〃Good night; good night!〃

I replied; keeping beside her as she went to get her light。

〃Surely you would know; shouldn't you; if she had one?〃



〃If she had what?〃 the poor lady asked; looking at me queerly

over the flame of her candle。



〃A portrait of the god。  I don't know what I wouldn't give to see it。〃



〃I don't know what she has got。  She keeps her things locked up。〃

And Miss Tita went away; toward the staircase; with the sense

evidently that she had said too much。



I let her goI wished not to frighten herand I contented

myself with remarking that Miss Bordereau would not have locked

up such a glorious possession as thata thing a person would

be proud of and hang up in a prominent place on the parlor wall。

Therefore of course she had not any portrait。

Miss Tita made no direct answer to this and; candle in hand;

with her back to me; ascended two or three stairs。

Then she stopped short and turned round; looking at me across

the dusky space。



〃Do you writedo you write?〃  There was a shake in her voice

she could scarcely bring out what she wanted to ask。



〃Do I write?  Oh; don't speak of my writing on the same day with Aspern's!〃



〃Do you write about HIMdo you pry into his life?〃



〃Ah; that's your aunt's question; it can't be yours!〃

I said; in a tone of slightly wounded sensibility。



〃All the more reason then that you should answer it。

Do you; please?〃



I thought I had allowed for the falsehoods I should have to tell;

but I found that in fact when it came to the point I had not。

Besides; now that I had an opening there was a kind of relief

in being frank。  Lastly (it was perhaps fanciful; even fatuous);

I guessed that Miss Tita personally would not in the last resort

be less my friend。  So after a moment's hesitation I answered;

〃Yes; I have written about him and I am looking for more material。

In heaven's name have you got any?〃



〃Santo Dio!〃 she exclaimed; without heeding my question;

and she hurried upstairs and out of sight。  I might count

upon her in the last resort; but for the present she

was visibly alarmed。  The proof of it was that she began

to hide again; so that for a fortnight I never beheld her。

I found my patience ebbing and after four or five days of this

I told the gardener to stop the flowers。







                           VI





One afternoon; as I came down from my quarters to go out;

I found Miss Tita in the sala: it was our first

encounter on that ground since I had come to the house。

She put on no air of being there by accident; there was an

ignorance of such arts in her angular; diffident directness。

That I might be quite sure she was waiting for me she informed me

of the fact and told me that Miss Bordereau wished to see me:

she would take me into the room at that moment if I had time。

If I had been late for a love tryst I would have stayed for this;

and I quickly signified that I should be delighted to wait

upon the old lady。  〃She wants to talk with youto know you;〃

Miss Tita said; smiling as if she herself appreciated that idea;

and she led me to the door of her aunt's apartment。

I stopped her a moment before she had opened it; looking at

her with some curiosity。  I told her that this was a great

satisfaction to me and a great honor; but all the same I should

like to ask what ha
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