was foul. âI want to ask you something, and youâve got to tell me the truth.â
I nodded.
âYou have a nice face, but so do a lot of people who arenât so nice. Can I trust you?â
âIâm Molesworthâs roommate,â I said. âIf you donât remember.â
âYes, I remember, but thatâs not my question. Are you a gentleman?â She asked this without a trace of irony, in the same tone perhapsthat the woman in the portrait on the wall would have used 150 years before.
âYes,â I said. âA gentleman.â
She closed her eyes. âO.K.,â she said. âI canât get up. I can hardly move. Iâm frozen solid. Youâre going to have to do something for me.â¦â
I went into the bathroom and stood gawking for a second. Built for the ablutions of another era, the bathroom was as large as the rest of the apartment put together, with an old claw-foot tub, a bidet, and a sink with dual faucets, one for cold water, one for hot, worn brass fish-head fixtures all around. Turn-of-the-century tilework wound around the walls halfway up. A fanlight overlooked the traffic of the faubourg. I cracked the louvers a little, just enough to admit the gray afternoon and ran a bath hot as I could make it without burning my elbow. Then I went back into the small living room and stood over her.
âAll right,â I said. âYour bath.â
âYouâre going to have toââ
I shook my head.
âPlease,â she said, sounding pitiful.
âDo you always rely on the kindness of strangers?â I said, but the reference escaped her, and with great effort, she held up her arms.
I helped her into the bathroom and showed her the greenish bathwater steaming under its fish-head spigot.
âThere,â I said with an airy wave of the hand.
âI canât do it.â She turned toward me, teeth chattering. âMy clothes. Please â¦â Her skin looked gray in the gray light and felt like ice.
I began to undress her, squinting as if peeling an onion. She stood stiff and unblinking as I undid the zipper on her dress and it fell to the floor. Then I knelt and unbuckled her shoes and held her ankles and pulled her cold feet out of them and stood and backed away.
âThe rest,â she said. âWhatâs the difference now?â
âO.K.,â I said. âThink of me as your doctor.â But when I undid the clasp on her bra, she closed her eyes, and she kept them closed as I rolledher panties down the curve of her hip. Her nakedness gleamed against the dull tiles of the bathroom. I tried not to think at all, and I took her hand and led her to the tub. She lifted one foot over the water, but when her toe broke the surface, she pulled back with a small cry.
âI canât,â she said. âItâs too hot.â
âYouâve got to,â I said.
âI canât.â
âSlowly.â
Breathing through her teeth, she put one foot in the water, a millimeter at a time. Then, hand on my shoulder, she put in the other. A tear rolled down her cheek and splashed lightly on the surface. Still holding on to my arm, she crouched down, steam rising from her cold flesh. I tried not to look; it was impossible. I looked away and still saw her reflection in the silvered mirror, her breasts floating in the water. She slid under finally, her black hair spreading on the surface like ink. A bubble rose, then another, and at last she pushed up, breathing hard, and leaned her head back against the tub.
âO.K.,â she said. âI think Iâll be O.K. now.â
âGood,â I said. âI draw the line at scrubbing your back.â
I went out of the bathroom without a word and put on my coat and gathered my books. From inside the bathroom now came that bath sound of splashing water and the sound of her breath.
âAntoinette,â I called in, âIâm going to take
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