Antisemitism -- Fiction; Jews -- Austria -- Fiction; Middle class -- Fiction; Vienna (Austria) -- Fiction
"So it was he, then?" said George, without being really surprised, for
he was aware that all the celebrated master's pupils fell in love with
him in spite of his grey hairs.
"And did you love him most," asked George, "of all the men you had come
across?"
"Strange, isn't it? but it's a fact all the same."
"Did he know it?"
"I think so."
They had arrived at an open space with a small garden ... that was only
scantily lighted. At the back there towered a church with a reddish
glow. As though drawn to a quieter place they wandered on under dark
softly-waving branches.
"And what actually was there between you, if it is not a rude question?"
Anna was silent, and that moment George felt that everything was
possible--even that Anna should have been that man's mistress. But
underneath the disquiet which he felt at that thought the desire arose
gently and unconsciously to hear his fear confirmed. For if Anna had
already belonged to some one else before she became his, the adventure
could proceed as lightly and irresponsibly as possible.
"I will tell you the whole story," said Anna at last. "It is really not
so awful."
"Well?" asked George, strangely excited.
"Once, after the lesson," Anna began hesitatingly, "he gallantly helped
me into my jacket. And then suddenly he drew me to him, took me in his
arms and kissed me."
"And you...?"
"I ... I was quite intoxicated."
"Intoxicated?..."
"Yes, it was something indescribable. He kissed me on the forehead and
the hair, and then he took my hand and murmured all sorts of things
that I didn't hear properly...."
"And...."
"And then ... then voices came near, he let go my hand and it was all
over."
"All over?"
"Yes, over ... of course it was all over."
"I certainly don't think it such a matter of course. You saw him again,
no doubt."
"Of course, I still went on learning with him."
"And...?"
"I tell you it was over ... absolutely ... as though it had never
happened."
George was surprised that he should feel reassured. "And he never tried
again?" he asked.
"Never. It would have been so ridiculous, and as he was very clever he
knew that quite well himself. It is quite true that up to then I had
been very much in love with him, but after this episode he was nothing
more to me than my old teacher. In some way he seemed even older than
he really was. I don't know if you can really understand what I mean.
It was as though he had spent all the remains of his youth in that
moment."
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