A Venetian Affair (10 page)

Alas, Mrs. Anna knew very well to whom Giustiniana had written in Venice because she was also in possession of some of Andrea’s letters—letters she had intercepted before they could be delivered to her daughter. She confronted Giustiniana, shaking with anger. “All day was an absolute hell—if Hell can really be that horrible,” Giustiniana wrote to Andrea a few days later, when she was finally able to seclude herself (“I must write to you where and when I can”). At the height of her fury Mrs. Anna threatened to sue Andrea and “expose him as a seducer who upsets peaceful families,” she raged, “for the letters I have in my hands prove that he is just that.” Giustiniana pleaded for mercy with such force and conviction that eventually she managed to calm her mother down. In tears, Mrs. Anna withdrew her threat but warned her daughter there would not be another reprieve: “I will have you watched all the time, I will keep my eyes wide open, I will know everything. And remember that I have enough in my hands to ruin Signor Memmo.”

The worst was avoided—what could have been more nightmarish than seeing their love story torn to shreds in a courtroom? But the betrayal had suddenly exposed the secret life of the two lovers. The places they met, their secret arrangements, their promises of lifelong love and devotion—everything was now known to Mrs. Anna. She had a list of the names of their messengers and accomplices. There was not much she could do about the Tiepolos except prohibit her daughter from setting foot in their house. But within the Wynne household, retribution was swift. The servants who had abetted the lovers were given a scolding and punished harshly. Alvisetto, who had been in on the whole thing from the start, was sent away.

There is something deeply sad about Alvisetto’s dismissal, which reminds us to what degree a servant’s life was in the hands of his
padrone—
his master. In general the master of the house and his wife had a formal, even distant relationship with the servants. But the younger members of the household had a closer rapport with the house staff. They would often appear in the servants’ quarters to trade gossip or ask a favor. And it was not uncommon for a daughter of the house to confide some of her secrets to a maid (or for a son to seek sexual favors). But it was always an imbalanced and ultimately ambiguous relationship. And there was often as much room for treachery as there was for connivance—on both sides. After all, Giustiniana found her allies in the kitchen at Le Scalette, but she had probably found her betrayer there as well. Goldoni made fun of the complicated relations between masters and servants in one of his most popular plays. But poor Alvisetto was nothing like “the wily and dumb” Truffaldino, the main character in
A Servant for Two Masters.
One has the feeling that, all along, he had been forced by Giustiniana and Andrea to cooperate with them against his better judgment. Now he was being made to pay, very dearly, for a mess that was not of his making. And they could do nothing to save him.

The two lovers managed to resume communications within a few days. Giustiniana barricaded herself in a kindly peasant’s home on the property, where she hastily scribbled her notes to Andrea. But seeing each other was out of the question, given the circumstances. “Ah, Memmo, what must I do? . . . Will I ever see you again? I love you more than ever, but I am losing you! . . . Help me, tell me what to do.” It was not long before they found a solution. Andrea suggested he write a letter to Mrs. Anna, professing his undying love for Giustiniana and offering to marry her in a couple of years if Consul Smith did not make an offer. It was a bluff: Andrea and Giustiniana both knew he was not planning to make good on the promise. But he thought it would convince Mrs. Anna that his intentions were honorable and she might therefore allow them to see each other. It was a risky strategy for a short-term gain. Nevertheless, Giustiniana agreed to the plan and decided to bring her aunt Fiorina in on it to a point—telling her about the letter Andrea wished to write to Mrs. Anna but without explaining to her that it was a deception. Aunt Fiorina responded with mixed feelings. “There is no denying that Memmo loves you and that he is a gentleman,” she said to her niece. His proposal was “very reasonable.” The problem, as she saw it, was getting Mrs. Anna to consider listening to him. But she was willing to help.

Even with Aunt Fiorina on their side, Giustiniana felt that, in the end, success or failure hinged on Andrea finding the right tone and words with which to address her mother. Her instructions to him were very precise—and they showed a considerable determination to take charge of the situation.

You will begin your letter by complaining that I have not written to you. You will tell me that you know in your heart that I love
you deeply. You will assure me that you love me in the extreme
and that to prove it you had written to my mother because you
wanted her to hear an important suggestion you had to make—at
which point you will copy the letter you have prepared for her.
The most important thing (and here, my dear, you need to be artful and I want you to trust me) is to show yourself resolute in
o fering to write up a document in which, as you have said, you
will promise to marry me in two years if Smith or some better
party does not come along and propose to me. Give several reasons why it would be advantageous for me to marry you and add
that it is your deep love for me that brings you to make this proposition, which you already know will be embraced by me with all
my heart. And say you will have to wait because your present circumstances do not allow you to go through with the proposal at
this time but in two years things should happen that could make
us happy and comfortable for the rest of our lives. . . . [Add] that
we would be very careful to keep this promise a secret.

It is hard to imagine that deep in her heart Giustiniana, though fully aware it was all a scheme, did not hope it would all actually come true, and that in two years’ time she would be married to Andrea. If she did, she kept it to herself.

Andrea struggled over a first draft. Giustiniana showed it to Fiorina, who was “satisfied with [Andrea’s] sentiments” but a little daunted by the resentment he expressed toward Mrs. Anna. “She told me to tell you that to seduce that woman one must flatter her—not be aggressive.” She asked Andrea to try again. “My love,” she added to encourage him, “what happiness will come our way if we manage to deceive her! Either Smith will marry me, in which case we won’t need [the subterfuge], or he won’t marry me, in which case she certainly won’t take away from the man whom she thinks will one day marry me the freedom to be with me from time to time.”

Andrea’s second draft, however, was even more disappointing.

My Memmo, this is not the sort of letter that will get us what
we want. . . . It is weak and useless, so you will understand why I
haven’t shown it to my mother and not even to my aunt. The other
one was stronger and would have served our purpose wonderfully
if you had simply deleted the few lines in which you insulted my
mother. . . . In this one I see only the lover. . . . So write a new letter or rewrite the first one the way I told you to. . . . Send it immediately. . . . My aunt has already asked me if it had arrived, and
it would be a pity if she saw us so unhurried in a matter of such
importance.

Part of the problem was that Andrea was holding back in case their plan backfired. In his drafts, he committed himself to marrying Giustiniana only in the vaguest terms, because he feared the letter might get him into trouble with his own family if Mrs. Anna misused it. Giustiniana guessed what was bothering him and came to his rescue, suggesting that he tell the truth to
his
mother, even let her read a few of Giustiniana’s letters to convince her that they had no intention of following through, that it was only a scheme to deceive Mrs. Anna, and that she—Giustiniana—would “never accept your hand” because she was well aware of the damage she would cause to the Memmos. There is no evidence, however, that he followed her advice.

In none of their letters to each other did either Andrea or Giustiniana suggest that they might actually marry one day. They stubbornly kept the thought at bay. This is somewhat ironic: Mrs. Anna was growing increasingly fearful that the two lovers were going to marry whether she liked it or not. Indeed, she came to suspect, in the paranoid state she had slipped into after intercepting the latest batch of letters, that the two lovers had already wed in secret.

In this sense Andrea’s concocted letter, once it was finally approved by its exacting editor and delivered, must have provided some relief to Mrs. Anna. But there was little else in it to mollify her, and the deceit ultimately made matters worse. At first she thought the letter was a hoax. When her sister Fiorina finally convinced her in good faith that it was authentic, Mrs. Anna explained to Giustiniana in very sobering terms why she could not accept Andrea’s proposition. This is Giustiniana’s account of her mother’s reaction:

I have read Memmo’s letter and I believe he honestly wishes to
marry you. You like Memmo, Memmo loves you, and your union
would certainly be desirable. But, my dear Giustiniana, you cannot be his wife. I will now tell you something you might not have
known the rest of your life. My dear daughter, the marriage contract would never be approved. Anyone but a Venetian nobleman
would be good for you. Think about it and decide for yourself. Do
you want to be shunned by all and barred from entering any
nobleman’s home, quite apart from being hated by the Memmo
family . . . and doing so much harm to that poor man? And what
about the harm you would inflict on the children you two would
have? Come, my child, take courage. I can feel your pain in losing the man you adore just at the time you felt so close to possessing him. But if you love him, surely you will not want to ruin him
or his sons. Marry, and then you may carry on a friendship that is
so dear to you.

Her savvy line of reasoning was, in fact, surprisingly similar to Andrea and Giustiniana’s own way of thinking. It was also the first time she showed any degree of empathy toward her daughter. Despite her severity and her terrible scenes, she apparently understood what Giustiniana was going through (did it perhaps remind her of some painful separation in her own youth?). Of course, it is impossible to be certain how faithful a transcription of Mrs. Anna’s reaction this really was. Certainly, according to the version Giustiniana supplied to Andrea, her mother even seemed to be sanctioning the possibility that their love affair continue once she was safely married.

In any case, Mrs. Anna was not finished. She told Giustiniana that as soon as they returned to Venice (the season was now over, and the Wynnes were getting ready to leave Le Scalette), she wanted to discuss things directly with Andrea. Meanwhile, she instructed her daughter to write a letter making a formal request for the return of all her correspondence, in which she was also to refuse Andrea’s hand: for his own good and that of his family, and for the good of her brothers, whose future in England might be put in jeopardy if she married a Catholic.

Shortly after the Wynnes returned to Venice, Mrs. Anna and Andrea met face to face. This was their first encounter since Andrea’s
cacciata funesta,
his fateful banishment two years earlier, and it was not easy for either of them. Still, they managed to be polite, and Mrs. Anna even showed a little compassion, assuring Andrea that she did not harbor ill feelings toward him. She understood how much they loved each other, she told him, and was convinced that in the future they could be together, but for the time being it was out of the question. This was a very sensitive moment, she explained: as he well knew, the consul was interested in marrying Giustiniana and the future of her family was at stake. Again she demanded that Andrea cease all communication with her daughter.

Subtly, Mrs. Anna was, in effect, entering into a secret pact with her archenemy. If he agreed to step back and allow her to bring her delicate transactions with the consul to a successful conclusion, she, in turn, would not obstruct their relationship in the future. Andrea agreed to her demands—after all, he had had the same objective all along. He promised he would not write and would not see Giustiniana until her marriage with the consul was sealed. Upon Mrs. Anna’s insistence, he also wrote a letter to Fiorina renouncing his intention to marry Giustiniana in two years’ time—a request he found easy to satisfy. Separately, Andrea wrote to Giustiniana that, given the circumstances, it would indeed be prudent to cease all contact. Mrs. Anna had scored a complete victory.

Giustiniana was stunned by Andrea’s betrayal. She could not believe he had acquiesced to her mother’s demands so meekly. “Do you believe I can live without writing or seeing you? . . . You ask too much. . . . I would rather die.” Andrea tried to placate her, but he remained adamant: “We are made for each other, and everyone will see it in the future, but believe me, this is not the time. . . . We have no choice. . . . If you need something, send someone for me . . . [but] for heaven’s sake do not write to me. . . . The best answer you can give to this letter is not to answer it. . . . Love me, Giustiniana. . . . Have faith in me. . . . I leave you now.”

Giustiniana could not stop the rage growing within her:

If you are willing to feel content, I am not. You do not know
me yet. I feel the most violent passion and am capable of anything. You have reduced me to a horrible state. Do you think I
will simply wait peacefully as you amuse yourself with the best
company and the fairest women in the country? Put yourself in
my position, and tell me if you would feel at ease. Of course you
probably would because you don’t understand these things. . . .
Meanwhile, I am left to wait with indi ference for an uncertain
marriage. What kind of love is this? . . . Your letter made me
shed so many tears that I had to hide my face all morning. . . .
How did you have the heart to ask me to break off our relationship? How could you not take pity on me, on my heart, on my
love? Memmo, I have no one else in the world but you, and now
you tell me you will no longer be mine?