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The first to go was the practice of taking my chocolate abed. One morning Nonna was late, and I rose without it. The same<br />
thing happened more than twice, so then I went upstairs to find out what had hindered her. There I found my Aurelia fresh from<br />
Mass and market, drinking her morning coffee. Explanations, apologies, what-not, ensued; she invited me to share her repast.<br />
From that time onwards I never broke my fast otherwise than with her. So was it with other rules of intercourse. The doctor<br />
was a machine in the ordering of his life. His chocolate at six, his clothes at eight; he left the house at nine and returned at noon.<br />
He left it again at two in the afternoon and returned at nine in the evening; he supped; he went to bed on the stroke of ten.<br />
Except on Sundays, high festivals, the first, the middle, and the last day of carnival, through all the time of my acquaintance with<br />
him, I never knew him break these habits but once, and that was when his mother died at Mestre and he had to attend the<br />
funeral. On that occasion he must rise at six, and miss his dinner at noon. He was furious, I never saw a man so angry.<br />
I cannot tell how or when it was that I first spent the whole of my afternoons in Aurelia's society, nor how or when it was that,<br />
instead of leaving her house at seven in the evening, I stayed on with her till the stroke of nine, within a few minutes of the<br />
doctor's homecoming. It is a thing as remarkable as true that nothing is easier to form than a habit, and nothing more difficult to<br />
break. Formed and unbroken these habits were, unheeded by ourselves, but not altogether unperceived. There was one<br />
member of the household who perceived them, and never approved. I remember that old Nonna used to shake her finger at us<br />
as we sat reading, and how she used to call out the progress of the quarters from the kitchen, where she was busy with her<br />
master's supper. But my beloved mistress could not, and I would not, take any warning. It became a sort of joke between<br />
Aurelia and me to see whether Nonna would miss one of the quarters. She never did; and as often as not, when nine struck and<br />
I not gone, she would bundle me out of doors by the shoulders and scold her young mistress in shrill Venetian, loud enough for<br />
me to hear at my own chamber door. Aurelia used to tell me all she had said next morning. She had an excellent gift of mimicry;<br />
could do Nonna and (I grieve to say) the doctor to the life.<br />
The end of this may be guessed. Privilege after privilege was carelessly accorded by Aurelia, and greedily possessed by me. At<br />
the end of six months' residence those three still evening hours existed, not for the blessedness of such intercourse alone, but to<br />
be crowned by the salutation of an adorable hand; and when I retired at last, it was not to my bed, but to my window; to the<br />
velvet spaces of the night, to the rustling trees, the eloquent congress of the stars; to sigh my secret abroad to those sympathetic<br />
witnesses, to whisper her name, to link it with my own; to tell, in a word, to the deep-bosomed dark all the daring fancies of a<br />
young man intoxicated with first love. And from privilege to privilege I strode, a fine conqueror. A very few months more, and<br />
not only was I for ever with Aurelia, but there was no doubt nor affectation of concealment on my part of how I stood or<br />
wished to stand before her. I postulated myself, in fine, as her servant in amours—cavalier I will not say, for that has an odious<br />
meaning in Italy, than which to describe my position nothing could be wider of the truth. I did but ask liberty to adore, sought<br />
nothing further, and got nothing else. This, upon my honour, was ever the sum of my offence—up to my last day of bliss.<br />
You would have supposed that she could hardly have misunderstood the state of my affairs, had I said or done nothing. So<br />
quick-witted was she, it is inconceivable. But as time went on, and success with it, I quite got out of the way of concealment,<br />
and spoke of myself openly as her slave. She used to laugh at me, pretend to think me an absurd boy; and now and then<br />
threatened (and that half in jest) to tell her husband. I know very well that she never did. The padron, we used to call him to<br />
each other, having taken the name from old Nonna. It was one of our little foolish jokes to pretend the house an inn, he the<br />
landlord, and ourselves travellers met there by hazard. We had a many familiar, private sayings and nicknames of the sort,<br />
secret cues to look across the table when he was there, and smile at each other—as when he railed (as he was fond of doing) at<br />
Tuscan ways and speech, at the usage of Siena, her own country, or when (after his meal) he made a noise, sucking his teeth.<br />
Sweetly pleasant, dangerous days—were they as lovely to her as to me? How can I tell? There was no doubt but she knew me<br />
thoroughly. The little pleasant encroachments of mine, stolen upon her unawares, were now never checked—I am speaking of<br />
the end of my first year, when I could hold her hand unreproved, and kiss it as often as I pleased. I took and kept, and<br />
exhibited to her without embarrassment, little trifles of hers—a hair-ribbon, a garter, a little trodden Venice slipper; if she asked<br />
for them back, it only provoked me to keep them closer to my heart. She saw no harm in these foolish, sweet things: she felt<br />
herself to be my senior; by comparison with her position, mine was that of a child. To the very end she maintained the fiction<br />
that she was my foster-mother, responsible to my parents for my advancement in education and morals. Assuredly she taught<br />
me her tongue and kept me out of gross iniquity; but equally certain is it that I learned more than Italian.<br />
I learned, however, to be very fluent in that, for, inspired by love of Aurelia, I attacked it with extraordinary passion. All Italy,<br />
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