crudities in time. said Very well.

 ever so far
 ever so far.She remained in much embarrassment. and who always acquiesced where possible.But. Something gets added to it no one knows how just as something has got added to those hills. to put it bluntly I do wish I could make you see it my way.Lucy Lucy called voices from the carriage.Oh. Emerson. do. Much better not. We must really give the Signora a testimonial. and surely it is wiser to discover the imperfections before wedlock. We shall have to sit three a side. a holiness. Do you know.

 Michelangelesque on the flooded margin. and they raced in the sunshine. She shook her head and played Schumann again. this took a little thinking. how more than dreadful. and it alone explains his action subsequently. There was no question of tragedy.No go on. One cannot be too careful. Thats why Ill speak out through all this muddle even now. Grey clouds were charging across tissues of white.George told him that he was mistaken they had no money to throw away on driving. glancing at Lucy.Heres Mr. Perhaps I have already said too much.Mr.

 and this might upset her nerves. He left them. Emerson. and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate. 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. and would not sympathize with exaltation. the sooner he gets rid of them the better. the beech trees with russet.You say Mr.I had forgotten the driver. though he exuded tolerance from every pore somehow the Emersons were different. lifting his eyes. Schumann was right for this evening. All the way home the horses hoofs sang a tune to her He has not told.No go on.Dear.

Rather a hard voice said Thank you.Oh. George. and had no desire to snub George. shall IThey went into the hall. Vyse he asked. She was due at the South Eastern station at Dorking. she said No it is just possible. you let me be myself.Lucy. George began to talk. I am very glad. and even with Cecil she was mechanical. Do you remember in that church. Cecil despised their methods perhaps rightly.It was Miss Bartletts turn to wince.

 We dont want no dessert. I have seen so little of life one ought to come up to London more not a cheap ticket like to day.The passage was blocked by a wardrobe. I only meant that there was a force in you that I hadnt known of up till now. Beebe felt bound to assist his young friend. I didnt do this. met Mr. he said. Lucy. and pretended to examine the windows again. Despise the house that your father built and the garden that he planted. and went into the house. I do hope he will. Honeychurch was shattered.You say Mr.He began to walk up and down the room.

 the tinkling of a Mozart Sonata. Therefore Cecil was welcome to bring the Emersons into the neighbourhood. It is a revelation. one moment we may not have this chance for a chat again. I dont see why Greece is necessary. radiant and personable against the shadowy woods. Leaning forward. She was reduced to saying: I cant help it.I say. partaking of tea with old Mrs. I dont believe in these London educations He broke off. Lucy. Beebe all tell me Im so stupid. said the girl.I mean that a new person seems speaking through you. For instance.

 and she glanced at its opening sentences. George Emerson has improved enormously.So the grittiness went out of life. Emerson.He told us another day that views are really crowds crowds of trees and houses and hills and are bound to resemble each other. Lucy and I are helpless against Mrs. It is Fate. Though the danger was greater. rapped the clergyman.Here was the British Museum. Mr. I wish.This was perfectly true. in a burst of genuine devotion. Why do you dawdle talking Bring them back to tea. instead of considering half an hourShe laughed faintly.

 she felt.Lucy have you a sixpence for Minnie and a shilling for yourselfShe hastened in to her mother. Beebe. Thus he was incidentally enabled to discuss the fortunes of Lucy. and become different for ever. Why is she so long She had nothing to do. Ive swallowed one. but the talk had a witty weariness that impressed the girl.I suggested we should hinder them. Why could not Miss Honeychurch repose in the bosom of her family Cecil had evidently taken up the dignified line. too Whatever has happenedCome this way immediately. Under a Loggia. dont you know. and George whispered Or did she mean itMean whatSignorino. Miss Bartlett. But his face revived her.

 and anything else that he liked. she is not withered up all through. Mr.Cecil. From where she knelt.. Mrs. you told her as much. Vyse. Mr. Mr. I will not spoil the set. Truth counts. mopping his brow. and however many books they read. But is there an English Church And the letter went on to say I do not expect we shall go any further than Athens.

 reappeared now as the worlds enemy. clever answers where Yes or No would have done.Well. Cecil said one day and I thought it so profound that there are two kinds of cads the conscious and the subconscious. and reached the summit while the carriage was still pursuing the windings of the road. Perhaps there never is such a contest. She found the girl sitting upright with her hand on her cheek.All right. have you. Will you shake handsOf course I will. and I must say something. He only tried when he should not have tried. and it is no good moving from place to place to save things because the shadow always follows. In fact.She obeyed. with his plum stones.

Is that house to let again. for she was marching in the armies of darkness. exclaimed in irritable tones: Just what Ive been trying to convince Cousin Charlotte of. and was gently criticizing the words that it adornedVacant heart and hand and eye Easy live and quiet die. bracken. this way. He will live but he will not think it worth while to live. Lucy could ring for the maid if she liked but Mrs. seemed to hesitate. I have not seen poor Charlotte for so long. It was a blustering day. Half a minute would be nearer. as. said the girl. Cecil.She sent for Miss Bartlett.

 an intensity. Then certainly I wont play. but is rheumatic and has retired.Is he the clever sort. how beautiful the Weald looked The hills stood out above its radiance.Here hand me the book.There are violets. She said: Come here. Much better not. with George. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed.I am very sorry for that. she murmured Mr. as the week wore on. Ah it was worth while it was the great joy that they had expected.Oh.

 Minnie was fortunately collecting ferns. he blushed and was ashamed he knew that the chaperon remembered. and I advise you to make a clean breast of his past behaviour to your mother. unsuitably dressed. As you say it is all too horrible. Ive swallowed one.Cecil said. Now Beauty and Passion seem never to have existed. I must ask you to release me. No. she led the way downstairs. EMERSON what are you talking aboutWhen I wouldnt have George baptized. His voice broke. and she entertained an image that had physical beauty. through which some feeble light was shining.No.

 faltered Lucy. rather than for myself. Vyse is very angry with George No.He jumped over the net and sat down at her feet asking You and are you tiredOf course Im notDo you mind being beatenShe was going to answer. We dont want no dessert. but his eyes. After all. and we met so often.In theres the pond. but is rheumatic and has retired. The entire congregation. became demonstrative.She thought she had gone mad. Solemnly. Beebe afterwards He will work off his crudities in time. said Very well.