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If she were not amply lodged herself you would lack ground to approach her.Besides, a big house here, and especially in this quartier perdu, proves nothing at all:

it is perfectly compatible with a state of penury.

Dilapidated old palazzi, if you will go out of the way for them, are to be had for five shillings a year.And as for the people who live in them--no, until you have explored Venice socially as much as I have you can form no idea of their domestic desolation.

They live on nothing, for they have nothing to live on."The other idea that had come into my head was connected with a high blank wall which appeared to confine an expanse of ground on one side of the house.Blank I call it, but it was figured over with the patches that please a painter, repaired breaches, crumblings of plaster, extrusions of brick that had turned pink with time; and a few thin trees, with the poles of certain rickety trellises, were visible over the top.

The place was a garden, and apparently it belonged to the house.

It suddenly occurred to me that if it did belong to the house I had my pretext.

I sat looking out on all this with Mrs.Prest (it was covered with the golden glow of Venice) from the shade of our felze, and she asked me if Iwould go in then, while she waited for me, or come back another time.

At first I could not decide--it was doubtless very weak of me.

I wanted still to think I MIGHT get a footing, and I was afraid to meet failure, for it would leave me, as I remarked to my companion, without another arrow for my bow."Why not another?" she inquired as I sat there hesitating and thinking it over; and she wished to know why even now and before taking the trouble of becoming an inmate (which might be wretchedly uncomfortable after all, even if it succeeded), I had not the resource of simply offering them a sum of money down.

In that way I might obtain the documents without bad nights.

"Dearest lady," I exclaimed, "excuse the impatience of my tone when Isuggest that you must have forgotten the very fact (surely I communicated it to you) which pushed me to throw myself upon your ingenuity.

The old woman won't have the documents spoken of; they are personal, delicate, intimate, and she hasn't modern notions, God bless her!

If I should sound that note first I should certainly spoil the game.

I can arrive at the papers only by putting her off her guard, and I can put her off her guard only by ingratiating diplomatic practices.Hypocrisy, duplicity are my only chance.

I am sorry for it, but for Jeffrey Aspern's sake I would do worse still.

First I must take tea with her; then tackle the main job."And I told over what had happened to John Cumnor when he wrote to her.

No notice whatever had been taken of his first letter, and the second had been answered very sharply, in six lines, by the niece.

"Miss Bordereau requested her to say that she could not imagine what he meant by troubling them.They had none of Mr.Aspern's papers, and if they had should never think of showing them to anyone on any account whatever.She didn't know what he was talking about and begged he would let her alone." I certainly did not want to be met that way.

"Well," said Mrs.Prest after a moment, provokingly, "perhaps after all they haven't any of his things.If they deny it flat how are you sure?""John Cumnor is sure, and it would take me long to tell you how his conviction, or his very strong presumption--strong enough to stand against the old lady's not unnatural fib--has built itself up.Besides, he makes much of the internal evidence of the niece's letter.""The internal evidence?"

"Her calling him 'Mr.Aspern.'"

"I don't see what that proves."

"It proves familiarity, and familiarity implies the possession of mementoes, or relics.I can't tell you how that 'Mr.' touches me--how it bridges over the gulf of time and brings our hero near to me--nor what an edge it gives to my desire to see Juliana.

You don't say, 'Mr.' Shakespeare."

"Would I, any more, if I had a box full of his letters?""Yes, if he had been your lover and someone wanted them!"And I added that John Cumnor was so convinced, and so all the more convinced by Miss Bordereau's tone, that he would have come himself to Venice on the business were it not that for him there was the obstacle that it would be difficult to disprove his identity with the person who had written to them, which the old ladies would be sure to suspect in spite of dissimulation and a change of name.If they were to ask him point-blank if he were not their correspondent it would be too awkward for him to lie; whereas I was fortunately not tied in that way.

I was a fresh hand and could say no without lying.

"But you will have to change your name," said Mrs.Prest.

"Juliana lives out of the world as much as it is possible to live, but none the less she has probably heard of Mr.Aspern's editors;she perhaps possesses what you have published.""I have thought of that," I returned; and I drew out of my pocketbook a visiting card, neatly engraved with a name that was not my own.

"You are very extravagant; you might have written it,"said my companion.

"This looks more genuine."

"Certainly, you are prepared to go far! But it will be awkward about your letters; they won't come to you in that mask.""My banker will take them in, and I will go every day to fetch them.

It will give me a little walk."

"Shall you only depend upon that?" asked Mrs.Prest.

"Aren't you coming to see me?"

"Oh, you will have left Venice, for the hot months, long before there are any results.I am prepared to roast all summer--as well as hereafter, perhaps you'll say! Meanwhile, John Cumnor will bombard me with letters addressed, in my feigned name, to the care of the padrona.""She will recognize his hand," my companion suggested.

"On the envelope he can disguise it."

"Well, you're a precious pair! Doesn't it occur to you that even if you are able to say you are not Mr.Cumnor in person they may still suspect you of being his emissary?""Certainly, and I see only one way to parry that.""And what may that be?"

I hesitated a moment."To make love to the niece.""Ah," cried Mrs.Prest, "wait till you see her!"

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