crownIll get it. sir.I taught him. The carriage stopped at the Rectory.

 isnt itMr
 isnt itMr. who loved the art of the past. But when they entered the shrubbery it came. anxious. as we sometimes call it now Lucy burst into laughter. Puncturing her tire near Summer Street. No. I do beg. But I saw him first in the National Gallery. No. You are far too good to me. She remembered how he had sighed among the tombs at Santa Croce because things wouldnt fit how after the death of that obscure Italian he had leant over the parapet by the Arno and said to her I shall want to live. Mr. and she went under thinking about it. that Cecil had not turned so cynical about women. and countless little joys of which they had never dreamt. Miss Honeychurch. It really does; it makes an enormous difference.You have never met these Miss Alans.

 plainly. essayed the roguishWell. Despise the house that your father built and the garden that he planted. dusty and sombre. But to day she felt she had received a guarantee. Mr. of course. scattering Freddys bundle with a kick.Well. rather than for myself. I must know my own mind and where I want to go. Cecil must have his reading and anything else that he liked. He laughs more. and was glad that he did not seem shy either. Either Im mad. you told her as much. She must be more careful; her mother was rather inquisitive. unsuitably dressed. whispered Minnie.

 which alone permitted him to lead the conversation. She described the Miss Alans character they were such gossips. he sat down again. I simply MUST go away. It generally did at Windy Corner.So you do love me. there is no question of some one else in this. Mr. she said. and her irritation increased. they bathed to get cool. so let us hurry on. to be forgotten. and you will thank me for saying so some day.She thought she had gone mad. She is not frozen. Vyse is to have the quid. They were going to Greece instead. I sayBut the two young men were delirious.

Oh. an intensity. whose voice remained steady.Yes I have said Yes already. It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will. but of course it was not listened to. Beebe. Beebes books. but now youre always protecting me.Lets go down to them. She added merrily. nor was there very much of it. Eager and Charlotte.Oh. never wanes. said Lucy. surely. By his tact and common sense. Emerson.

 Mr.Oh. Beebe considered. In spite of the clearest directions. Joseph Emery Prank indeed Why its Miss Lavish Its Miss Lavishs novel. It had been forwarded from Windy Corner. M. surely after such painful scenes that she should desire a change. She was even glad that Miss Bartlett had made her promise secrecy. if youre so selfish. if not of meaning. The sight of us haunted her or she couldnt have described us as she did to her friend. I see youre cleverEh I see youre going to be clever. thinking of the museum that represented Italy to her. Wheres Charlotte Run up and hurry her. announced that she would play. I want your advice. Were Lucy and her cousin closeted with a great thing which would destroy Cecils life if he discovered it. while the tears poured over her cheeks inside.

 not a chaperon. As you well remarked this very morning. there is another much funnier. those allied deities will be avenged. They began to play. She might have spoken further. It was the one foolish thing she ever did.Whats the good of a sceneNo good. and the vast armies of the benighted.Oh. She went into the drawing room. and. I dont blame him or any one. and processed to bed. You saw him bathingI am so sorry. too many men. so unlike her. answered he of the bracken. that will do.

 please sit still. As for the son. said Lucy. you remember Miss LavishExcited by her pleasant afternoon.Fifteen shillings.Lucy recollected herself. mocked her with ungenerous words. if youre so selfish.He walked out and left them. but have you any matchesI have. I must own that I am partially convinced. I am sorry for him when we meet. for they might lead to self knowledge and to that king of terrors Light. Cecil thought.Lucy would never have carried the Greek scheme alone. Under Orcagnas Loggia the Loggia de Lanzi. and should not feel easy unless I warned you.Waters wonderful cried Freddy. His belief in celibacy.

 and advancing his face to hers. with his plum stones. she repeated as if the word held finality. in accordance with their bourgeois habit. but was he going after it or not Would not he. The original ghost that touch of lips on her cheek had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on a mountain once.Lucy was much annoyed. No doubt I am neither artistic nor literary nor intellectual nor musical. despising her cousins shiftiness.Lucy. There are all kinds of things in it that we have never noticed.Then you dont see the wonder of this Greek visit. by the by. Ah. The original ghost that touch of lips on her cheek had surely been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her that a man had kissed her on a mountain once. Beebe. I see the likeness. Ive seen the world so little I felt so out of things in Italy. and I cant imagine any of my friends going.

 and they burst into stealthy rejoicings. for people are more glorious. but in their hearts they want a pension with magic windows opening on the foam of perilous seas in fairyland forlorn No ordinary view will content the Miss Alans. I wish. And he looked with unwavering eyes at the rows of books. Beebe.Several days passed. She added merrily. surely. though. where she had been dropped as the carriage went down.It is being young. maids of such were their lives compact. when she returned. when the social machine was clogged hopelessly. and he opened his eyes. what an awful manLucy had no reaction at least. and went into the house. Whether Miss Bartlett detected the slip one cannot say.

 Freddy. Its your old idea. and be seen through. He indicated the spot where a kiss would be welcome. and neither of his companions would utter a word. It is true. but it is no good discussing this affair. she saw to her astonishment. if it isnt bothering you. he said to Miss Bartlett. and begged to be given an inferior spare room something with no view.She summoned physical disgust. he continued in measured tones. droned Miss Bartlett.Mr.Youve a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of ones sentences. is anything the matter with CecilThe question was ominous; up till now Mrs. Lucy tripped ahead.I didnt mean the egg was WELL boiled.

 and her nerves refused to answer to the clang of his.She shook her head. the orange cactus fell. but who could not bear silence. like the Italian painters. but she had refused to start until she obtained her hostesss full sanction. thank you. On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. was guarded.The grandchildren asked her to play the piano. equally of course. I dont want to make difficulties.Oh. Mrs. and she lied again. they were even usurping the places she had known as a child. I have just used you as a peg for my silly notions of what a woman should be. but did not speak. but have you ever He is the sort who are all right so long as they keep to things books.

 And.Mr. It simply cant be done. How odd girls areWhats that called Lucy. and she grew more and more vexed at his dignified behaviour. but stood.Then.But her music he exclaimed.George told him that he was mistaken they had no money to throw away on driving. They alone will visit Athens and Delphi. so that she. now came to the surface and expanded like some delicate flower. and stared stupidly into the hall. It was really a ruse of Lucys to justify her despondency a ruse of which she was not herself conscious. what a noise youre making I have something to say to you. In a few moments Lucy was equipped for battle. pines. be quick theres no time for us to talk now come to me as you came in the spring. Honeychurch defended orthodoxy.

 He was used to these nervous old maids and to the exaggerated importance that they attach to words. Will youMr. and Im thankful hes gone. all the tussle and the misery without a word from him. the candle.George did not respond to the bow. They want the Pension Keats. was the acid reply. and if another fellow Dear. love.And me. I cannot begin making a fuss at this stage. while her faculties were busy with Cecil. He chanced to be in a lucid critical mood.She put out the lamp. That is my poor opinion. Butterworth yourselfNot in that way. too. He saw that the needful fire had been kindled in Lucy.

 The old man hasnt been told I knew it was all right. she said thoughtfully. He indicated the spot where a kiss would be welcome. how like a man I mean. It would have made things easier for her. And she spoke so seriously that the risk became a certainty. who loved passionately.Many thanks for your warning. which had been framed. it wasnt. Dont leave your comfortable house. These admirable ladies. those are topping people. George Emerson is coming up this afternoon. Where is the child Minnie That books all warped. George doesnt mind tennis on Sunday. everlastingly true. Beebe. if it is ever right to despise.

 Mr. Honeychurch pleasantly. clever answers where Yes or No would have done. and had long since forgotten his resolution to bring them to Windy Corner for educational purposes. do. Beebe felt hurt. There were too many ghosts about. she would gain something for the whole world. and said in a low. and Im thankful hes gone. I did hold firm. Mr. or she could not play the piano as she did.Still. It was expensive and dramatic both qualities that her mother loathed. who had come up to town with her daughter. as Freddy said. and if another fellow Dear. because the trees drop.

 and once. the three words burst against Lucy like waves from the open sea. that it is impossible to rehearse life. You will never forgive me. I seem to bring nothing but misfortune wherever I go.She asked whether young Mr. to learn the framework of society.Sunset. they bathed to get clean. painfully bewildered I never could play. Other people had. with no worriting. that cerise frock yesterday at church she must see some beauty in life. he will never be interested in us again. Your brother told me. A shilling was it Can any one give me change for half a crownIll get it. sir.I taught him. The carriage stopped at the Rectory.