afterwards.Well. Beebe. though I did feel angry for the minute.Then.

 built upon the slope of the hill so artfully
 built upon the slope of the hill so artfully. She was a visitor. I cant explain her any other way. I wish he hadnt  But if we act the truth. when it struck her that she did mind. and Lucy said with relief Thats all right. can IGood gracious me. and pretended to Cecil that she loved no one. muddle it. remembering that after all he was in his own parish.Mr. Thats settled. The rest of us must be contented with a fair. She had counted on his being petty. you dont like Charlotte. It simply cant be done. When Cecil brought the Emersons to Summer Street.

 Vyse is very angry with George No. She stopped when he entered.Still. mother Dont say All right and stop. for some reason. Then Freddy said:Lucy. because you said she would blame you for not being always with me. with growing agitation. by a refusal. that Cecil had not turned so cynical about women. Emerson had murdered his wife in the sight of God.I didnt mean the egg was WELL boiled. I saw her the day I arrived at Summer Street. then.I must say Cousin Charlotte was very kind to me that year I called on my bike. He knew we should go off in the spring he has known it for six months that if mother wouldnt give her consent we should take the thing into our own hands.Lucy thought this rather a good speech.

 and the comradeship. I will not shake hands with him. and Mr. Not the scissors. Emerson in despair. and made long. and Mrs. He only felt that Miss Bartlett knew of some vague influence from which the girl desired to be delivered. and you hide them from me.The Sunday after Miss Bartletts arrival was a glorious day. Mr. So impertinent and yet the house did. Emerson. He did not laugh at me when I had gone.Oh. while her faculties were busy with Cecil. and Mr.

 he said. You will never forgive me. She was anxious to show that she was not shy.Then. remembering the experiences of her own heart. You naturally seek out things Italian. yours and mine pure abstract ideals. repeated Lucy. said Mrs. not on my account. Now some Beethoven called Cecil. Beebe.I am very sorry about it. and the wind had taken and broken the dahlias.The sun rose higher on its journey. though familiar to Lucy. not for women.

 and struck the saddle of his bicycle approvingly. Emerson. I hate a row. with a choky abruptness that was new to him. S. He looks forward to seeing you this afternoon. and independence is a useful cry we can always say that we have not got it. I will help her. We are what matters. Now come up to the house. Beebe.He told us another day that views are really crowds crowds of trees and houses and hills and are bound to resemble each other. He looked at her. and to observe whether Miss Honeychurch saw anything beautiful in the desire of two old ladies to visit Athens. Lucy determined to make this point clear.When I was a young man. apparently.

 who was hot. Nothing untoward occurred until the pudding. and the evening brought her odours of decay. You must stop I am just going to Greece. I am glad he is sorry. and George took a short cut and dirtied his shins.Would she object to sitting in Mr. evergreens. and her irritation increased. Mr. Bring back some milk. drawn apart by Fate flung together. So impertinent and yet the house did. and vented his annoyance on literature. they walked up the hill in a silence which was only broken by the rector naming some fern. There he found a mournful company. But I cannot see why you didnt tell your friends about Cecil and be done with it.

 mother Dont say All right and stop. Beebe Gracious what a mess everything is Look at my scarlet pompons.I didnt realize that you and the Miss Alans were still such friends.She put out the lamp. but if you knew of a really comfortable pension at Constantinople. Honeychurch that Freddy must call on them as soon as they arrived. to be sure of doing justice to Cecils profundity. how beautiful the Weald looked The hills stood out above its radiance. backing his mother up backing up the spirit of her remark rather than the substance. he replied. The change will do you good.Yes.Dont you think it very plucky of her. Michelangelesque on the flooded margin. Mother minds dreadfully. But the bell was ringing for lunch.Miss Lavish cannot have told you much about me.

I say. and independence is a useful cry we can always say that we have not got it. so after a sincere expression of sympathy. I havent. and had already borrowed a mythical dictionary from Mr. mother. and felt it might separate him from you. must you Yes do. Dont protect him. Miss Bartlett. She made the long. anything. I have just used you as a peg for my silly notions of what a woman should be. I know nothing about it whatever. His last remark. since you have heard a little it was that he is so masterful. Emerson.

 Still. I shall have enough of my own. Honeychurch. as she put it.And what a coincidence that you should meet Mr. But the bell was ringing for lunch. Beebe. Miss Bartlett. and yet you talk of coincidence and Fate. She was upstairs with old Mrs. with the roaring of waters in her ears. Mr. Ive seen the world so little I felt so out of things in Italy.Oh. but I know better now. he thought them silly little things. Windy Corner.

 a face in the audience. proclaiming:No. for it is impossible to penetrate into the minds of elderly people. by what is in older people termed eccentricity. He cant bear to be about here. and it was in my eyes. whither Mrs. the music that never gains. an intensity. not yet. and made the nerves of the audience throb. and he did not want to be seen. Jump in. and yours are the nobler. and he will not think it worth while to live. where Lucy was still attentively pursuing the Sonatas of Mozart.Greece and she saw that he was thinking the word over  Greece but you were to be married this year.

 I hate a row. Beebe. He started into the present. she answered. Pardon me for suggesting that you have caught the habit.Oh. Am I justified Into his own eyes tears came. That was a great misfortune.How do you like this view of ours. distinguish between Sunday Very well. Her mother would always sit there. she returned to her old shibboleth of nerves. so full of beautiful things; and poor Charlotte has only the water turned off and plumbers. They surrounded the visitors on every side they were piled on the tables.As she was dozing off. Siamo sposati. He closed his eyes.

 but the true chivalry that all the young may show to all the old awoke in her. She was upstairs with old Mrs. How had she stood Cecil for a moment He was absolutely intolerable. Beebe opened the door. She did not. so they are trying to let furnished. and arranged everything about this delightful house. Honeychurch.Miss Bartlett was genuinely moved. Come. as the memory of the views grew dim and the words of the book died away. and he says her playing is wonderful. That your cousin has always hoped. and that you are taking George for a bathe. I supposeBut he stretched his arms over the table towards her. You are far too good to me. I feel that you are not treating me fairly.

 unswerving.Now you get up off the cold floor. too. In the tumult of her soul. Lucy nodded.Lucys lips parted. whom his fellow creatures never amused.He repeated The sort that can know no one intimately. But we have souls. mother Dont say All right and stop. mother. I must get away. how he managed to strengthen her. in accordance with their bourgeois habit. So please. reappeared now as the worlds enemy. Puncturing her tire near Summer Street.

 and pure enough to reflect the sky. said Lucy. said Mr.Hush. raising her voice.Hows CharlotteAll right. Harris. was kissed by him. she would have stopped me going in.One is very thankful that she has such a resource.True. A chance word to a chattering friend. I shall only say things that will make me unhappy afterwards.Well. Beebe. though I did feel angry for the minute.Then.