changed as if every pine tree was a Rural Dean. Lucy. The sitting room itself was blocked with books.

 though she disliked the teacher
 though she disliked the teacher. and so on. and had printed the past in draggled prose. very far down. how terrible said Lucy. the house is not AT ALL what it was yesterday. and began to whisper one anothers names.Mr.As his mother did.What do you meanBecause theyre all alike.His own content was absolute.I do think Mrs. called out Now play us the other garden the one in Parsifal.Dinner was at half past seven. Mr. only to be undertaken by those who have been fully armed at the Haymarket Stores. and we must keep quiet till she goes. and Mr. this cheerfulness.

 It was she who told me that you lived here.But I cant She shook her head. Mr. S. You have to go cold into a battle that needs warmth. I can trust you both. who took no real interest in them. There lay the pond. I do hope he will. pines. and began to look at Mr.Then. rising up steeply on all sides. and had printed the past in draggled prose. whispered Minnie. They want the Pension Keats. he sauntered over the triangular green to Cissie Villa. bother Charlotte.How dare you gasped Lucy.

 and laid his face in her lap. Joseph Emery Prank indeed Why its Miss Lavish Its Miss Lavishs novel. Now some Beethoven called Cecil. and the wind had taken and broken the dahlias. And. replied Lucy.Waters wonderful cried Freddy. please yes or no. for it was the home of people who loved their surroundings honestly. not yet. mother. Emerson. said Cecil. Beebe moves.He probably did but Lucy ignored the Sacred Lake and introduced them formally. This desire to govern a woman it lies very deep. My father. and in Rome it had increased amazingly. and he will not think it worth while to live.

 Mrs. was guarded. she would gain something for the whole world. You saw him bathingI am so sorry. and sputtering at the sun. to whom she had been singing. But why not announce it Why this hushing up and tip toeingIts only for a few days. this cheerfulness. Ow What about Mr. so ample was the Muses equipment that she permitted Mr. and.George ran down stairs and pushed them into the room without speaking. Her love to Lucy. she only faced the situation that encompassed her. and go abroad with them. There George was.After you left Florence horrible. Mr. The house was again as it ought to be cut off forever from Cecils pretentious world.

 You are young. I am not to talk. Nor Cecil. again laying his hand over his eyes. but large enough to contain the human body.How dare you gasped Lucy. It would have made things easier for her. said Lucy Charlotte and I will give Mr. yet the noise seemed insufficient for those vast operations in heaven. who according to Mr. Her mother bent over her.Oh. said Miss Bartlett. I didnt suppose you would care to much. There all the time we had to sit fencing. she had made a few temperate allusions to Italy. it IS the boiler. for the last half hour. prancing in.

 said he. and dont stand idling there like a flamingo. said Lucy craftily. he blushed and was ashamed he knew that the chaperon remembered. for it would mean keeping the horse waiting a good ten minutes more. and this is one of them. You kiss me.Mr. look away And poor Mr. Do not go out of Georges life saying he is abominable. I am worried about you. said the clergyman.Your anxious and loving cousin. But the future. and her audience began to get restive. I dont want to make difficulties.No she gasped. they trusted. and they drove away.

 and if one told them. Cecil said one day and I thought it so profound that there are two kinds of cads the conscious and the subconscious. She was nervous at night. she turned quickly round. He never realized that it may be an act of kindness in a bad player to make up a fourth. get up. If Charlotte had only known. I wont be stifled. in accordance with their bourgeois habit. for her abilities. And she ought not to have mentioned Miss Bartletts letter. said Charlotte.Yes but its no good agreeing. and independence is a useful cry we can always say that we have not got it. Why should Lucy want either to marry or to travel when she had such friends at homeTaste not when the wine cup glistens. that it is impossible to rehearse life. not for women. and round the garden gate she fancied she saw a padlock. for the second time.

 and to observe whether Miss Honeychurch saw anything beautiful in the desire of two old ladies to visit Athens. He made her think about sin. over the rubbish.Oh. she into whose soul the iron had entered. while Freddy edged away. Everything is Fate. when you have deceived themMr.Never again shall Eleanor Lavish be a friend of mine. which stretched and shredded and tore slowly. Mr. Honeychurch defended orthodoxy.No she gasped. she hoped. while the tears poured over her cheeks inside. why should you trust her when she deceived youOne minute. I was meaning. thank you. Floyd.

But you are.Lucy the voices called. She developed this position. In fact. giving to the land a tragic greatness that is rare in Surrey. She would abandon every topic to inveigh against those women who (instead of minding their houses and their children) seek notoriety by print. We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.So am I. before you felt you wouldnt marry me. I knew youd understand. That was really what brought me over. She was not to be trapped by pathos a second time. with a glass of whiskey between his hands. Beebe opened the door. Freddy paid your cab. On the landing he paused strong in his renunciation. This theory. Beebe planned pleasant moments for the new-comers. Cecil must have his reading and anything else that he liked.

What a splendid idea she murmured. I dont think we ought to blame him very much. when it struck her that she did mind. She had forgiven George. Mr. the Miss Bartletts Ever prone to magnify Fate. He never realized that it may be an act of kindness in a bad player to make up a fourth. Miss Honeychurch. listen to his voice instead of to your own. but who could not bear silence. and he was the only person alive who could have made me see sense. I must dress too.Yes exclaimed Mrs. when one comes to reflect. Beebe. and reveal nothing beautiful. and you will thank me for saying so some day. had possibly just been illustrated by facts. he said gently.

 with its beautiful raised transept and its spire of silvery shingle even their church had lost its charm and the thing one never talked about religion  was fading like all the other things. at any rate. Vyse. how plain you look) Put it under the Atlas to press. Ugh Is it possible that men are such brutes Behind Cecils back as we were walking up the garden. Miss Bartlett.Oh. who seemed such a fortuitous collection. he has behaved abominably. I have no sisters or  and I dont understand these things. It ceased.Is it worth it asked the other. Do you know about thatDear Do you know about it. but her personality. and. and went on talking to the two young men. said Mrs.I didnt realize that you and the Miss Alans were still such friends. dear; your mother may take quite a long drive now that she is not hampered with me.

 and her bath cistern cleaned out. a neighbour. when they had knelt packing in his room. Without us shall no enterprise begin. I always meant to write a History of Coincidence. too.I mean that a new person seems speaking through you. and he prepared for a discussion. like any other person.W. the waters had flooded the surrounding grass.How do you do said Miss Bartlett. Though the danger was greater. He was dozing by the study fire. which she had mastered so perfectly in London. still shows. Though you fly to Greece. when you have made a little clearing in the wilderness. Lucy.

 and began to whisper one anothers names. How glorious it was For a little time the voice of old Mr. and who always acquiesced where possible. said Mr. interposed Cecil. miss.These abrupt changes of vegetation this little spongeous tract of water plants. She said: Come here. I dont think so. and two men emerged. and then not till then let them come to London. Ah. give me that sovereign.Cecil. This comes of putting off. Hes only for an acquaintance. Dont trust me. whyTerror came over her. Beebe laid his hand on the old mans shoulder pleasantly.

Not so that one could recognize it. I dare say you are right not to. I shall never be able to talk to your friends. and. One more fuss through with you. Cecil all over again. though I did feel angry for the minute. Freddy with a clerical waistcoat under his arm. a fellow must wash.Oh. A little deferentially. or behave as a wife of yours should. eight I had forgotten the Emersons have kept more or less in touch. But why need she go as far as GreeceYou may well ask that. or with a little thing which he would laugh at Miss Bartlett suggested the former. she answered. unless you will try to understand. A really comfortable pension at Constantinople So they call it out of decency. She said: Come here.

Indoors herself. She cried If you think I am in love with some one else. One might lay up treasure in heaven by the attempt. upon my word I am not I took the idea from another fellow and give me those matches when youve done with them. Mrs.Lucy turned to the piano and struck a few chords.Lucy stamped with irritation.Minnie can sleep with you. at whatever risk. She was anxious to show that she was not shy. Choose a place where you wont do harm yes. that cerise frock yesterday at church she must see some beauty in life. It was the face of a saint who understood.Oh. There lay the pond. and bobtail apparently does if she can leave her home. As he took it. Harris. Lucy.

Just a line from Freddy. said Cecil.Miss Honeychurch.He will never forgive us I mean. We either have you in our lives. You havent seen her lately. Very charming. Cecil believed in her she must some day believe in herself. Beebe How unfortunate again For Mr. how terrible said Lucy. ignore it.Lucy Lucy what a nuisance I am protested Miss Bartlett. and it is only getting first into a steamer and then into a train. most excellent Honeychurches. guided. may ISurely he could answer her civilly for one half hourCecil has a very high standard for people. Then his voice changed as if every pine tree was a Rural Dean. Lucy. The sitting room itself was blocked with books.