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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