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<p>"Our house is very far from the center, but the little canal is very comme
il faut."</p>
<p>"It's the sweetest corner of Venice and I can imagine nothing more
charming," I hastened to reply. The old lady's voice was very thin and
weak, but it had an agreeable, cultivated murmur, and there was wonder in
the thought that that individual note had been in Jeffrey Aspern's ear.</p>
<p>"Please to sit down there. I hear very well," she said quietly, as if
perhaps I had been shouting at her; and the chair she pointed to was at a
certain distance. I took possession of it, telling her that I was
perfectly aware that I had intruded, that I had not been properly
introduced and could only throw myself upon her indulgence. Perhaps the
other lady, the one I had had the honor of seeing the day before, would
have explained to her about the garden. That was literally what had given
me courage to take a step so unconventional. I had fallen in love at sight
with the whole place (she herself probably was so used to it that she did
not know the impression it was capable of making on a stranger), and I had
felt it was really a case to risk something. Was her own kindness in
receiving me a sign that I was not wholly out in my calculation? It would
render me extremely happy to think so. I could give her my word of honor
that I was a most respectable, inoffensive person and that as an inmate
they would be barely conscious of my existence. I would conform to any
regulations, any restrictions if they would only let me enjoy the garden.
Moreover I should be delighted to give her references, guarantees; they
would be of the very best, both in Venice and in England as well as in
America.</p>
<p>She listened to me in perfect stillness and I felt that she was looking at
me with great attention, though I could see only the lower part of her
bleached and shriveled face. Independently of the refining process of old
age it had a delicacy which once must have been great. She had been very
fair, she had had a wonderful complexion. She was silent a little after I
had ceased speaking; then she inquired, "If you are so fond of a garden
why don't you go to terra firma, where there are so many far better than
this?"</p>
<p>"Oh, it's the combination!" I answered, smiling; and then, with rather a
flight of fancy, "It's the idea of a garden in the middle of the sea."</p>
<p>"It's not in the middle of the sea; you can't see the water."</p>
<p>I stared a moment, wondering whether she wished to convict me of fraud.
"Can't see the water? Why, dear madam, I can come up to the very gate in
my boat."</p>
<p>She appeared inconsequent, for she said vaguely in reply to this, "Yes, if
you have got a boat. I haven't any; it's many years since I have been in
one of the gondolas." She uttered these words as if the gondolas were a
curious faraway craft which she knew only by hearsay.</p>
<p>"Let me assure you of the pleasure with which I would put mine at your
service!" I exclaimed. I had scarcely said this, however, before I became
aware that the speech was in questionable taste and might also do me the
injury of making me appear too eager, too possessed of a hidden motive.
But the old woman remained impenetrable and her attitude bothered me by
suggesting that she had a fuller vision of me than I had of her. She gave
me no thanks for my somewhat extravagant offer but remarked that the lady
I had seen the day before was her niece; she would presently come in. She
had asked her to stay away a little on purpose, because she herself wished
to see me at first alone. She relapsed into silence, and I asked myself
why she had judged this necessary and what was coming yet; also whether I
might venture on some judicious remark in praise of her companion. I went
so far as to say that I should be delighted to see her again: she had been
so very courteous to me, considering how odd she must have thought me—a
declaration which drew from Miss Bordereau another of her whimsical
speeches.</p>
<p>"She has very good manners; I bred her up myself!" I was on the point of
saying that that accounted for the easy grace of the niece, but I arrested
myself in time, and the next moment the old woman went on: "I don't care
who you may be—I don't want to know; it signifies very little
today." This had all the air of being a formula of dismissal, as if her
next words would be that I might take myself off now that she had had the
amusement of looking on the face of such a monster of indiscretion.
Therefore I was all the more surprised when she added, with her soft,
venerable quaver, "You may have as many rooms as you like—if you
will pay a good deal of money."</p>
<p>I hesitated but for a single instant, long enough to ask myself what she
meant in particular by this condition. First it struck me that she must
have really a large sum in her mind; then I reasoned quickly that her idea
of a large sum would probably not correspond to my own. My deliberation, I
think, was not so visible as to diminish the promptitude with which I
replied, "I will pay with pleasure and of course in advance whatever you
may think is proper to ask me."</p>
<p>"Well then, a thousand francs a month," she rejoined instantly, while her
baffling green shade continued to cover her attitude.</p>
<p>The figure, as they say, was startling and my logic had been at fault. The
sum she had mentioned was, by the Venetian measure of such matters,
exceedingly large; there was many an old palace in an out-of-the-way
corner that I might on such terms have enjoyed by the year. But so far as
my small means allowed I was prepared to spend money, and my decision was
quickly taken. I would pay her with a smiling face what she asked, but in
that case I would give myself the compensation of extracting the papers
from her for nothing. Moreover if she had asked five times as much I
should have risen to the occasion; so odious would it have appeared to me
to stand chaffering with Aspern's Juliana. It was queer enough to have a
question of money with her at all. I assured her that her views perfectly
met my own and that on the morrow I should have the pleasure of putting
three months' rent into her hand. She received this announcement with
serenity and with no apparent sense that after all it would be becoming of
her to say that I ought to see the rooms first. This did not occur to her
and indeed her serenity was mainly what I wanted. Our little bargain was
just concluded when the door opened and the younger lady appeared on the
threshold. As soon as Miss Bordereau saw her niece she cried out almost
gaily, "He will give three thousand—three thousand tomorrow!"</p>
<p>Miss Tita stood still, with her patient eyes turning from one of us to the
other; then she inquired, scarcely above her breath, "Do you mean francs?"</p>
<p>"Did you mean francs or dollars?" the old woman asked of me at this.</p>
<p>"I think francs were what you said," I answered, smiling.</p>
<p>"That is very good," said Miss Tita, as if she had become conscious that
her own question might have looked overreaching.</p>
<p>"What do YOU know? You are ignorant," Miss Bordereau remarked; not with
acerbity but with a strange, soft coldness.</p>
<p>"Yes, of money—certainly of money!" Miss Tita hastened to exclaim.</p>
<p>"I am sure you have your own branches of knowledge," I took the liberty of
saying, genially. There was something painful to me, somehow, in the turn
the conversation had taken, in the discussion of the rent.</p>
<p>"She had a very good education when she was young. I looked into that
myself," said Miss Bordereau. Then she added, "But she has learned nothing
since."</p>
<p>"I have always been with you," Miss Tita rejoined very mildly, and
evidently with no intention of making an epigram.</p>
<p>"Yes, but for that!" her aunt declared with more satirical force. She
evidently meant that but for this her niece would never have got on at
all; the point of the observation however being lost on Miss Tita, though
she blushed at hearing her history revealed to a stranger. Miss Bordereau
went on, addressing herself to me: "And what time will you come tomorrow
with the money?"</p>
<p>"The sooner the better. If it suits you I will come at noon."</p>
<p>"I am always here but I have my hours," said the old woman, as if her
convenience were not to be taken for granted.</p>
<p>"You mean the times when you receive?"</p>
<p>"I never receive. But I will see you at noon, when you come with the
money."</p>
<p>"Very good, I shall be punctual;" and I added, "May I shake hands with
you, on our contract?" I thought there ought to be some little form, it
would make me really feel easier, for I foresaw that there would be no
other. Besides, though Miss Bordereau could not today be called personally
attractive and there was something even in her wasted antiquity that bade
one stand at one's distance, I felt an irresistible desire to hold in my
own for a moment the hand that Jeffrey Aspern had pressed.</p>
<p>For a minute she made no answer, and I saw that my proposal failed to meet
with her approbation. She indulged in no movement of withdrawal, which I
half-expected; she only said coldly, "I belong to a time when that was not
the custom."</p>
<p>I felt rather snubbed but I exclaimed good humoredly to Miss Tita, "Oh,
you will do as well!" I shook hands with her while she replied, with a
small flutter, "Yes, yes, to show it's all arranged!"</p>
<p>"Shall you bring the money in gold?" Miss Bordereau demanded, as I was
turning to the door.</p>
<p>I looked at her for a moment. "Aren't you a little afraid, after all, of
keeping such a sum as that in the house?" It was not that I was annoyed at
her avidity but I was really struck with the disparity between such a
treasure and such scanty means of guarding it.</p>
<p>"Whom should I be afraid of if I am not afraid of you?" she asked with her
shrunken grimness.</p>
<p>"Ah well," said I, laughing, "I shall be in point of fact a protector and
I will bring gold if you prefer."</p>
<p>"Thank you," the old woman returned with dignity and with an inclination
of her head which evidently signified that I might depart. I passed out of
the room, reflecting that it would not be easy to circumvent her. As I
stood in the sala again I saw that Miss Tita had followed me, and I
supposed that as her aunt had neglected to suggest that I should take a
look at my quarters it was her purpose to repair the omission. But she
made no such suggestion; she only stood there with a dim, though not a
languid smile, and with an effect of irresponsible, incompetent youth
which was almost comically at variance with the faded facts of her person.
She was not infirm, like her aunt, but she struck me as still more
helpless, because her inefficiency was spiritual, which was not the case
with Miss Bordereau's. I waited to see if she would offer to show me the
rest of the house, but I did not precipitate the question, inasmuch as my
plan was from this moment to spend as much of my time as possible in her
society. I only observed at the end of a minute:</p>
<p>"I have had better fortune than I hoped. It was very kind of her to see
me. Perhaps you said a good word for me."</p>
<p>"It was the idea of the money," said Miss Tita.</p>
<p>"And did you suggest that?"</p>
<p>"I told her that you would perhaps give a good deal."</p>
<p>"What made you think that?"</p>
<p>"I told her I thought you were rich."</p>
<p>"And what put that idea into your head?"</p>
<p>"I don't know; the way you talked."</p>
<p>"Dear me, I must talk differently now," I declared. "I'm sorry to say it's
not the case."</p>
<p>"Well," said Miss Tita, "I think that in Venice the forestieri, in
general, often give a great deal for something that after all isn't much."
She appeared to make this remark with a comforting intention, to wish to
remind me that if I had been extravagant I was not really foolishly
singular. We walked together along the sala, and as I took its magnificent
measure I said to her that I was afraid it would not form a part of my
quartiere. Were my rooms by chance to be among those that opened into it?
"Not if you go above, on the second floor," she answered with a little
startled air, as if she had rather taken for granted I would know my
proper place.</p>
<p>"And I infer that that's where your aunt would like me to be."</p>
<p>"She said your apartments ought to be very distinct."</p>
<p>"That certainly would be best." And I listened with respect while she told
me that up above I was free to take whatever I liked; that there was
another staircase, but only from the floor on which we stood, and that to
pass from it to the garden-story or to come up to my lodging I should have
in effect to cross the great hall. This was an immense point gained; I
foresaw that it would constitute my whole leverage in my relations with
the two ladies. When I asked Miss Tita how I was to manage at present to
find my way up she replied with an access of that sociable shyness which
constantly marked her manner.</p>
<p>"Perhaps you can't. I don't see—unless I should go with you." She
evidently had not thought of this before.</p>
<p>We ascended to the upper floor and visited a long succession of empty
rooms. The best of them looked over the garden; some of the others had a
view of the blue lagoon, above the opposite rough-tiled housetops. They
were all dusty and even a little disfigured with long neglect, but I saw
that by spending a few hundred francs I should be able to convert three or
four of them into a convenient habitation. My experiment was turning out
costly, yet now that I had all but taken possession I ceased to allow this
to trouble me. I mentioned to my companion a few of the things that I
should put in, but she replied rather more precipitately than usual that I
might do exactly what I liked; she seemed to wish to notify me that the
Misses Bordereau would take no overt interest in my proceedings. I guessed
that her aunt had instructed her to adopt this tone, and I may as well say
now that I came afterward to distinguish perfectly (as I believed) between
the speeches she made on her own responsibility and those the old lady
imposed upon her. She took no notice of the unswept condition of the rooms
and indulged in no explanations nor apologies. I said to myself that this
was a sign that Juliana and her niece (disenchanting idea!) were untidy
persons, with a low Italian standard; but I afterward recognized that a
lodger who had forced an entrance had no locus standi as a critic. We
looked out of a good many windows, for there was nothing within the rooms
to look at, and still I wanted to linger. I asked her what several
different objects in the prospect might be, but in no case did she appear
to know. She was evidently not familiar with the view—it was as if
she had not looked at it for years—and I presently saw that she was
too preoccupied with something else to pretend to care for it. Suddenly
she said—the remark was not suggested:</p>
<p>"I don't know whether it will make any difference to you, but the money is
for me."</p>
<p>"The money?"</p>
<p>"The money you are going to bring."</p>
<p>"Why, you'll make me wish to stay here two or three years." I spoke as
benevolently as possible, though it had begun to act on my nerves that
with these women so associated with Aspern the pecuniary question should
constantly come back.</p>
<p>"That would be very good for me," she replied, smiling.</p>
<p>"You put me on my honor!"</p>
<p>She looked as if she failed to understand this, but went on: "She wants me
to have more. She thinks she is going to die."</p>
<p>"Ah, not soon, I hope!" I exclaimed with genuine feeling. I had perfectly
considered the possibility that she would destroy her papers on the day
she should feel her end really approach. I believed that she would cling
to them till then, and I think I had an idea that she read Aspern's
letters over every night or at least pressed them to her withered lips. I
would have given a good deal to have a glimpse of the latter spectacle. I
asked Miss Tita if the old lady were seriously ill, and she replied that
she was only very tired—she had lived so very, very long. That was
what she said herself—she wanted to die for a change. Besides, all
her friends were dead long ago; either they ought to have remained or she
ought to have gone. That was another thing her aunt often said—she
was not at all content.</p>
<p>"But people don't die when they like, do they?" Miss Tita inquired. I took
the liberty of asking why, if there was actually enough money to maintain
both of them, there would not be more than enough in case of her being
left alone. She considered this difficult problem a moment and then she
said, "Oh, well, you know, she takes care of me. She thinks that when I'm
alone I shall be a great fool, I shall not know how to manage."</p>
<p>"I should have supposed that you took care of her. I'm afraid she is very
proud."</p>
<p>"Why, have you discovered that already?" Miss Tita cried with the glimmer
of an illumination in her face.</p>
<p>"I was shut up with her there for a considerable time, and she struck me,
she interested me extremely. It didn't take me long to make my discovery.
She won't have much to say to me while I'm here."</p>
<p>"No, I don't think she will," my companion averred.</p>
<p>"Do you suppose she has some suspicion of me?"</p>
<p>Miss Tita's honest eyes gave me no sign that I had touched a mark. "I
shouldn't think so—letting you in after all so easily."</p>
<p>"Oh, so easily! she has covered her risk. But where is it that one could
take an advantage of her?"</p>
<p>"I oughtn't to tell you if I knew, ought I?" And Miss Tita added, before I
had time to reply to this, smiling dolefully, "Do you think we have any
weak points?"</p>
<p>"That's exactly what I'm asking. You would only have to mention them for
me to respect them religiously."</p>
<p>She looked at me, at this, with that air of timid but candid and even
gratified curiosity with which she had confronted me from the first; and
then she said, "There is nothing to tell. We are terribly quiet. I don't
know how the days pass. We have no life."</p>
<p>"I wish I might think that I should bring you a little."</p>
<p>"Oh, we know what we want," she went on. "It's all right."</p>
<p>There were various things I desired to ask her: how in the world they did
live; whether they had any friends or visitors, any relations in America
or in other countries. But I judged such an inquiry would be premature; I
must leave it to a later chance. "Well, don't YOU be proud," I contented
myself with saying. "Don't hide from me altogether."</p>
<p>"Oh, I must stay with my aunt," she returned, without looking at me. And
at the same moment, abruptly, without any ceremony of parting, she quitted
me and disappeared, leaving me to make my own way downstairs. I remained a
while longer, wandering about the bright desert (the sun was pouring in)
of the old house, thinking the situation over on the spot. Not even the
pattering little serva came to look after me, and I reflected that after
all this treatment showed confidence.</p>
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