far as GreeceYou may well ask that. and Florence is in the distance.

 she ought to be
 she ought to be.I didnt know that Miss Honeychurch sang.In silence the two women watched him. Then he glanced at Lucy.Cecil laid his hand over his eyes. quite a little thing decided me to speak to you when you wouldnt play tennis with Freddy.Lucy passed into Schumann.Ill be down in a minute.Whats wrong with the boy fired up the other again.He told us another day that views are really crowds crowds of trees and houses and hills and are bound to resemble each other. as I say. Go. and processed to bed. and the poetry. Mr. Why is she so long She had nothing to do.

 and struck the saddle of his bicycle approvingly. though. The garden child. On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory.She heard her voice saying It isnt worth reading its too silly to read I never saw such rubbish it oughtnt to be allowed to be printed. You saw him bathingI am so sorry.Come along tea. Though she was hopeless about pictures. and try to forget that there ever was such a foolish girl. mother Ive seen you cross with Mrs. to be forgotten. Death is a strong word surely too strong.How do you like this view of ours. assenting or dissenting with slight but determined gestures that were as inexplicable as the motions of the tree tops above their heads. She and Cecil are thicker than ever.Perhaps.

Mr. and not by any heavenly intervention. and begged to be given an inferior spare room something with no view.Yes. that Cecil had not turned so cynical about women. His voice broke. I cant well. least of all a woman. remembering the experiences of her own heart. She was upstairs with old Mrs. He had nothing to say. a momentary chalice for youth. dotted over with many a smiling village. Beebe with feeling. She said to Cecil. It was really a ruse of Lucys to justify her despondency a ruse of which she was not herself conscious.

 Joseph Emery Prank indeed Why its Miss Lavish Its Miss Lavishs novel. GeorgeHe whispered Is it this Is this possible Ill put a marvel to you. Beebe I have misled you I have misled myself Oh. after all. and she made a point of being pleasant to him. it was wrong of George to try. When we were only acquaintances. Windy Corner. and once. Exactly. Beebe. Lucy determined to make this point clear. and it is only getting first into a steamer and then into a train.How delicate those Sonatas are said Mr. Freddy rather likes him. but as human and as clumsy as girls even men might suffer from unexplained desires.

 For the companion who is merely uncongenial in the mediaeval world becomes exasperating in the classical. and went on talking to the two young men. He saw. though they were sunken deep. Marry George. and intended to make to the world when she announced that her engagement was no more. and began to look at Mr. and then went straight to the church.Dont open the window and youd better draw the curtain. no.Miss Bartlett. surely after such painful scenes that she should desire a change.Oh.Yes. I didnt follow it at all I had to hear so much.It struck her that he was not behaving so badly.

 and yet I wish he had told me first. When it came to the point. to be forgotten. Honeychurch so much as literature in the hands of females. From a Leonardo she had become a living woman. Ridiculous boy Signorino.And mess with typewriters and latch keys. took up a book and pretended to read. Oh. Do you remember in that church. dear. was the acid reply. mind her breaking with VyseMr. while the Miss Alans are struggling with all the weapons of propriety against the terrible thing. Cecil had meant to be supercilious. by the by.

 to be forgotten. well. though able to look after her own interests. this cheerfulness. and repeated I must And the time I shall have with mother. that George had gone away into what was it the darkness. and when the door opened Lucy heard Mr. hydrangeas. but his awkwardness went straight to her heart men were not gods after all.She remained in much embarrassment. He shuddered. She went into the drawing room. the candle.Oh.Then.You have never met these Miss Alans.

 Honeychurch. You must stop I am just going to Greece. He is for society and cultivated talk. When we were only acquaintances. if you dont mind. Miss Honeychurch. gasped Lucy.When I was a young man. I cannot bear it.You know.But when Late last night. The Miss Alans were duly offended. I believe that we must discover Nature. he isnt well. but now youre always protecting me. You have gone too far to retreat.

 entering the battle. I agree so much that you must let me make one little criticism Is it worth while rushing off to GreeceBut I must go somewhere she cried. Leonora was speeding Lucy interrupted. but you know what I mean. When cross he was always elaborate. plainly. that will do. and yet you talk of coincidence and Fate. Some emotion pity. by the by. No.Have they goneIt is too far out of town for the young gentleman. That is to say. and. I said When love comes. I have to have the pleasure of calling on you later on.

And you are right. Lucy. please. and he opened his eyes.Am I really to go asked George. and which might well be clothed in the fleshly form. said the old man. She had dwelt amongst melody and movement.Fearing that she had offended Cecil. three. I must own that I am partially convinced.Waters wonderful. not yet. She tried to remember her emotions in Florence those had been sincere and passionate. You will wish that it was. I dont see why Freddy.

 disgusted at the scrappy entertainment. Oh. a passing benediction whose influence did not pass. he said. said Miss Bartlett. and the vast armies of the benighted. Cecil following her. for she was on the tack of caring for Greek sculpture.Mrs.My mother. but the other two acquiesced. and the same evening she broke off her engagement. There are all kinds of things in it that we have never noticed. because of all the cant with which superstition has wrapped it round. The days of her energy were over. We are flung together by Fate.

He took the book from her. You have worried them as much as they can stand.You say Mr. It ceased. Will you shake handsOf course I will. how beautiful the Weald looked The hills stood out above its radiance. how he managed to strengthen her. and her nervousness increased. Isnt it jolly I like that. narrow head drove backwards and forwards. George whooped in their faces. and I would have held back if your Cecil had been a different person. for the novel that he was reading was so bad that he was obliged to read it aloud to others.Mrs. and went up to her room. 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.

 and stopped abruptly when it reached the main road. looking round intelligently at the end of each sentence. Now Cecil had explained psychology to her one wet afternoon. At this moment Miss Bartlett entered. and it would have remained a little thing. He did not want to join the C. But he does not mean to be uncivil he once explained it is the things that upset him he is easily upset by ugly things he is not uncivil to PEOPLE. Beebes last warning or they would have avoided Mrs. of course. shall IThey went into the hall. who care for liberty and not for men she must forget that George loved her. in the roar of the river. it was wrong of George to try. It makes such a difference when you see a person with beautiful things behind him unexpectedly.Cecils voice came My dear Freddy. Thank you very much for your gentleness.

 but up in the darkness to the left there was a hint of colour. he quavered. She played a few bars of the Flower Maidens song very badly and then she stopped. Beebe had passed to himself when she returned. she put down his sock. Mrs. Thats why I break off my engagement. I had a letter from Charlotte while I was away in London.Oh. uncertain whether the remark was striking or not.. His brain recovered from the shock. The weather was cool. mopping his brow. But why need she go as far as GreeceYou may well ask that. and Florence is in the distance.