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John Cumnor is sure, and it would take me long to tell you how his conviction, or his very strong presumptionstrong enough to stand against the old ladys not unnatural fibhas built itself up. Besides, he makes much of the internal evidence of the nieces letter. The internal evidence? Her calling him Mr. Aspern. I dont see what that proves. It proves familiarity, and familiarity implies the possession of mementoes, or relics. I cant tell you how that Mr. touches mehow it bridges over the gulf of time and brings our hero near to menor what an edge it gives to my desire to see Juliana. You dont 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 Bordereaus 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. Asperns 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 wont 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. Arent 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 summeras well as hereafter, perhaps youll 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, youre a precious pair! Doesnt 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? |
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