PART ONE Chapter I :
The Bertolini 0
The Signora 1
had no business to do it , ” said
Miss Bartlett 2
, “ no business at all .
She 1
promised
us 3
south rooms with a view close together 4
, instead of which
here 5
are
north rooms , looking into
a courtyard 6
, and a long way apart 5
.
Oh ,
Lucy 7
! ”
“ And
a Cockney 8
, besides ! ”
said
Lucy 7
, who had been further saddened by
the Signora 1
’s unexpected accent .
“ It might be
London 9
. ”
She 7
looked at the two rows of
English people 10
who were sitting at the table ; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between
the English people 10
; at the portraits of
the late Queen 11
and
the late Poet Laureate 12
that hung behind
the English people 10
, heavily framed ; at the notice of
the English church 13
(
Rev. Cuthbert Eager 14
, M. A.
Oxon 15
. )
, that was the only other decoration of the wall .
Charlotte 2
, do n’t
you 2
feel , too , that
we 3
might be in
London 9
?
I 7
can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside .
I 7
suppose it is one ’s being so tired . ”
“ This meat has surely been used for soup , ” said
Miss Bartlett 2
, laying down
her 2
fork .
I 2
want so to see
the Arno 16
.
The rooms
the Signora 1
promised
us 3
in
her 1
letter 4
would have looked over
the Arno 16
.
The Signora 1
had no business to do it at all .
Oh , it is a shame ! ”
“ Any nook does for
me 2
, ”
Miss Bartlett 2
continued ; “ but it does seem hard that
you 7
should n’t have a view . ”
Lucy 7
felt that
she 7
had been selfish .
Charlotte 2
,
you 2
must n’t spoil
me 7
: of course ,
you 2
must look over
the Arno 16
, too .
I 7
meant that .
The first vacant room in
the front 18
17
-- ” “
You 7
must have
it 17
, ” said
Miss Bartlett 2
, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by
Lucy 7
’s mother 19
-- a piece of generosity to which
she 2
made many a tactful allusion .
“ No , no .
You 2
must have
it 17
. ”
I 2
insist on it .
Your 7
mother 19
would never forgive
me 2
,
Lucy 7
. ”
She 19
would never forgive
me 2
. ”
The ladies 3
’ voices grew animated , and -- if the sad truth be owned -- a little peevish .
They 3
were tired , and under the guise of unselfishness
they 3
wrangled .
Some of
their 3
neighbours 21
20
interchanged glances , and
one of
them 20
22
--
one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad 22
-- leant forward over the table and actually intruded into
their 3
argument .
He 22
said : “
I 22
have a view ,
I 22
have a view . ”
Miss Bartlett 2
was startled .
Generally at
a pension 23
people 24
looked
them 3
over for a day or two before speaking , and often did not find out that
they 3
would “ do ” till
they 3
had gone .
She 2
knew that
the intruder 22
was ill-bred , even before
she 2
glanced at
him 22
.
He 22
was
an old man , of heavy build , with a fair , shaven face and large eyes 62
.
There was something childish in those eyes , though it was not the childishness of senility .
What exactly it was
Miss Bartlett 2
did not stop to consider , for
her 2
glance passed on to
his 22
clothes .
These did not attract
her 2
.
He 22
was probably trying to become acquainted with
them 3
before
they 3
got into the swim .
So
she 2
assumed a dazed expression when
he 22
spoke to
her 2
, and then said : “ A view ?
Oh , a view !
How delightful a view is ! ”
“ This is
my 22
son 25
, ” said
the old man 22
; “
his 25
name ’s
George 25
.
He 25
has a view too . ”
“ Ah , ” said
Miss Bartlett 2
, repressing
Lucy 7
, who was about to speak .
“ What
I 22
mean , ”
he 22
continued , “ is that
you 3
can have
our 27
rooms 26
, and
we 27
’ll have yours .
We 27
’ll change . ”
The better class of
tourist 29
28
was shocked at this , and sympathized with
the new-comers 3
.
Miss Bartlett 2
, in reply , opened
her 2
mouth as little as possible , and said “ Thank
you 22
very much indeed ; that is out of the question . ”
“ Why ? ”
said
the old man 22
, with both fists on the table .
“ Because it is quite out of the question , thank
you 22
. ”
You 7
see ,
we 3
do n’t like to take -- ” began
Lucy 7
.
Her 7
cousin 2
again repressed
her 7
.
“ But why ? ”
he 22
persisted .
Women 30
like looking at a view ;
men 31
do n’t . ”
And
he 22
thumped with
his 22
fists like
a naughty child 22
, and turned to
his 22
son 25
, saying , “
George 25
, persuade
them 3
! ”
“ It ’s so obvious
they 3
should have
the rooms 26
, ” said
the son 25
.
“ There ’s nothing else to say . ”
He 25
did not look at
the ladies 3
as
he 25
spoke , but
his 25
voice was perplexed and sorrowful .
Lucy 7
, too , was perplexed ; but
she 7
saw that
they 3
were in for what is known as “ quite a scene , ” and
she 7
had an odd feeling that whenever
these ill-bred tourists 27
spoke the contest widened and deepened till it dealt , not with
rooms 32
and views , but with -- well , with something quite different , whose existence
she 7
had not realized before .
Now
the old man 22
attacked
Miss Bartlett 2
almost violently : Why should
she 2
not change ?
What possible objection had
she 2
?
They 27
would clear out in half an hour .
Miss Bartlett 2
, though skilled in the delicacies of conversation , was powerless in the presence of brutality .
It was impossible to snub
any one so gross 22
.
Her 2
face reddened with displeasure .
She 2
looked around as much as to say , “ Are
you 21
all like this ? ”
And
two little old ladies , who were sitting further up the table 33
, with shawls hanging over the backs of the chairs , looked back , clearly indicating “
We 33
are not ;
we 33
are genteel . ”
“ Eat
your 2
dinner ,
dear 7
, ”
she 2
said to
Lucy 7
, and began to toy again with the meat that
she 2
had once censured .
Lucy 7
mumbled that those seemed
very odd people opposite 27
.
“ Eat
your 7
dinner ,
dear 7
.
This pension 34
is a failure .
To-morrow
we 3
will make a change . ”
Hardly had
she 2
announced this fell decision when
she 2
reversed it .
The curtains at the end of
the room 35
parted , and revealed
a clergyman , stout but attractive , who hurried forward to take
his 36
place at the table , cheerfully apologizing for
his 36
lateness 36
.
Lucy 7
, who had not yet acquired decency , at once rose to
her 7
feet , exclaiming : “ Oh , oh !
Why , it ’s
Mr. Beebe 36
!
Oh , how perfectly lovely !
Oh ,
Charlotte 2
,
we 3
must stop now , however bad
the rooms 5
are .
Oh ! ”
Miss Bartlett 2
said , with more restraint : “ How do
you 36
do ,
Mr. Beebe 36
?
I 2
expect that
you 36
have forgotten
us 3
:
Miss Bartlett 2
and
Miss Honeychurch 7
, who were at
Tunbridge Wells 37
when
you 36
helped
the Vicar of
St. Peter ’s 39
38
that very cold Easter . ”
The clergyman , who had the air of one on a holiday 36
, did not remember
the ladies 3
quite as clearly as
they 3
remembered
him 36
.
But
he 36
came forward pleasantly enough and accepted the chair into which
he 36
was beckoned by
Lucy 7
.
I 7
AM so glad to see
you 36
, ” said
the girl , who was in a state of spiritual starvation 7
, and would have been glad to see
the waiter 40
if
her 7
cousin 2
had permitted it .
“ Just fancy how small
the world 41
is .
Summer Street 42
, too , makes it so specially funny . ”
Miss Honeychurch 7
lives in
the parish of
Summer Street 42
43
, ” said
Miss Bartlett 2
, filling up the gap , “ and
she 7
happened to tell
me 2
in the course of conversation that
you 36
have just accepted the living -- ” “ Yes ,
I 7
heard from
mother 19
so last week .
She 19
did n’t know that
I 7
knew
you 36
at
Tunbridge Wells 37
; but
I 7
wrote back at once , and
I 7
said : ‘
Mr. Beebe 36
is -- ’” “ Quite right , ” said
the clergyman 36
.
I 36
move into
the Rectory 44
at
Summer Street 42
next June .
I 36
am lucky to be appointed to
such a charming neighbourhood 42
. ”
“ Oh , how glad
I 7
am !
The name of
our 46
house 45
is
Windy Corner 45
. ”
Mr. Beebe 36
bowed .
“ There is
mother 19
and
me 7
generally , and
my 7
brother 47
, though it ’s not often
we 48
get
him 47
to ch ----
The church 49
is rather far off ,
I 7
mean . ”
Lucy 7
, dearest , let
Mr. Beebe 36
eat
his 36
dinner . ”
I 36
am eating it , thank
you 2
, and enjoying it . ”
He 36
preferred to talk to
Lucy 7
, whose playing
he 36
remembered , rather than to
Miss Bartlett 2
, who probably remembered
his 36
sermons .
He 36
asked
the girl 7
whether
she 7
knew
Florence 50
well , and was informed at some length that
she 7
had never been
there 50
before .
It is delightful to advise
a newcomer 51
, and
he 36
was first in the field .
“ Do n’t neglect the country round , ”
his 36
advice concluded .
“ The first fine afternoon drive up to
Fiesole 52
, and round by
Settignano 53
, or something of that sort . ”
“ No ! ”
cried a voice from the top of the table .
Mr. Beebe 36
,
you 36
are wrong .
The first fine afternoon
your 36
ladies 3
must go to
Prato 54
. ”
That lady 55
looks so clever , ” whispered
Miss Bartlett 2
to
her 2
cousin 7
.
We 3
are in luck . ”
And , indeed , a perfect torrent of information burst on
them 3
.
People 56
told
them 3
what to see , when to see it , how to stop
the electric trams 57
, how to get rid of
the beggars 58
, how much to give for a vellum blotter , how much
the place 59
would grow upon
them 3
.
The Pension Bertolini 34
had decided , almost enthusiastically , that
they 3
would do .
Whichever way
they 3
looked ,
kind ladies 60
smiled and shouted at
them 3
.
And above all rose the voice of
the clever lady 55
, crying : “
Prato 54
!
They 3
must go to
Prato 54
.
That place 54
is too sweetly squalid for words .
I 55
love
it 54
;
I 55
revel in shaking off the trammels of respectability , as
you 3
know . ”
The young man named
George 25
25
glanced at
the clever lady 55
, and then returned moodily to
his 25
plate .
Obviously
he 25
and
his 25
father 22
did not do .
Lucy 7
, in the midst of
her 7
success , found time to wish
they 27
did .
It gave
her 7
no extra pleasure that
any one 61
should be left in the cold ; and when
she 7
rose to go ,
she 7
turned back and gave
the two outsiders 27
a nervous little bow .