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 -- 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 .
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 .
interchanged glances , and -- 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 , ” 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 , 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
.
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 , 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 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 is Windy Corner 45
. ”
Mr. Beebe 36
bowed .
“ There is mother 19
and me 7
generally , and , 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 must go to Prato 54
. ”
“ That lady 55
looks so clever , ” whispered Miss Bartlett 2
to .
“ 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 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 .