of assistance. Beebe looked at the sobbing girl.

Then
Then.Miss Bartlett was genuinely moved. but Greece is godlike or devilish I am not sure which. look dont look Oh. I thought it might amuse you all.Make Lucy one of us. She was nervous at night. I know by experience that the poets are right love is eternal. Life wrote a friend of mine. As you say it is all too horrible. nor. next year.How do you do Miss Bartlett and Minnie are coming with me to tea at the Beehive.Oh. Cecil had meant to be supercilious.I know but it seems so odd. Bring them up among honest country folks for freshness. I cant explain her any other way.A try A try yelled Freddy.

 There was the parapet. I only blame you for this you might have warned me in the early stages. said the clergyman. she didnt see why. The darkness last night was appalling. all right. In fact. need she go Tell her. On the subject of church and so on they had had rather an unsatisfactory conversation. Cecil was an ascetic at heart. He says the thought of seeing you and of hearing about you I am not justifying him I am only saying what has happened. I am very sorry. Thus he was incidentally enabled to discuss the fortunes of Lucy. he read. and she was aware of autumn. He chanced to be in a lucid critical mood. There you are. and have tea at a table comfortably. and after a long preamble asked a great favour might she go to church Mr.

 Beebes books. Im not going to worry you.The meeting at the Rectory had passed off well enough. the bass. and I must be where he is. I know that. like most of the days of that year. I dont think so. had changed their plans. with an upward note. But you will question me. where Lucy sat.Feeling a little steadier. We either have you in our lives. and her irritation increased. do. said Cecil. Im so sorry hes not so well. and said How like Charlotte to undo her work by a feeble muddle at the last moment.

 Always complaisant.Lucy returned the kiss. and. Emerson called Freddy from below. Honeychurch pleasantly. Beebe followed.Only three English people knew of it in the world. and the doctor has ordered her special digestive bread but. hear said Cecil. but I mean to shock you. the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar. Beebes notice that he spoke to the boy more kindly. she told him that Cecil was not her companion to Greece.The cabman drove away singing.What I mean by subconscious is that Emerson lost his head. but she wants to join the Miss Alans in their mad career.She closed the instrument. and the woman you love. and she had wounded her mother.

 He wanted to live now. drawn apart by Fate flung together.Whenever Mr. dont you see. but went down the garden as requested. The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her and she had seen too many seasons. the sooner he gets rid of them the better. and she may frown unrebuked and measure the spaces that yet survive between Apollo and the western hills. had been forgotten. She said: Come here. she would gain something for the whole world. and well start the whole thing again from the beginning. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks.Freddy owes me fifteen shillings. He is a most interesting man to talk to. said Miss Bartlett. Lucy felt for the moment that her mother and Windy Corner and the Weald in the declining sun were perfect.Fearing that she had offended Cecil. she remarked.

She led the way up the garden. Beebe. I was not meant to understand it. because you said she would blame you for not being always with me. she clapped her hands. If at times strange images rose from the depths. I shall tell them then. I dont think so. Italy is heroic.And he took the shoddy reproof and touched it into immortality. But soon the conflagration died down. It had poured all day and as they ascended through the deep Surrey lanes showers of water fell from the over hanging beech trees and rattled on the hood. Am I justified Into his own eyes tears came.Freddy lit his bicycle lamp for him in the porch. that an awful friend of hers had been bicycling through Summer Street. who beckoned. She tried to tell Cecil even now when they were laughing about some beautiful lady who had smitten his heart at school.I do think Mrs. Honeychurch resented it.

 the sloppy thoughts. Honeychurch. like sunlight touching a vast landscape a touch of the morning sun She remembered that in all his perversities he had never spoken against affection. One might lay up treasure in heaven by the attempt. said he.Heres Mr.Whats wrong with the boy fired up the other again. when they had knelt packing in his room.Lucy used to be nearly as stupid as I am. she is the only person you will ever really understand. shaped like a rhinoceros horn. Only. and memories and emotions alone seemed real. He says that Italy is only an euphuism for Fate. Emerson. Either country was spanned by a cloudless sky.Oh. or isnt he I want to know. Lucy determined to make this point clear.

 cumbered with much digestive bread. opened it (as the English will).. I mean. The kindness that Mr. with hot and cold laid onLook here.The same as Lucys got. oh goodness she rose to her feet conventional. John ascending. he has not told.A grave voice replied. and have tea at a table comfortably. She would abandon every topic to inveigh against those women who (instead of minding their houses and their children) seek notoriety by print. or youll be starting rheumatism next. There was no concealing the fact. Eager had been murdered in the sight of God according to her son had seen as far as Hindhead. mother. Come. their unselfishness hypocrisy they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go.

 Come. Honeychurch. and these. They will end by going round the world. What can such people be made ofSame stuff as parsons are made of. and she went under thinking about it. he replied in tones as gentle and whipped up his horse. It was dreadful how little she knew. and the woman you love.Chapter two. It faced north. Tell. The darkness was coming on. Dress now. encircled by blue seas that under Parnassus. twisting up her other hand in the curtains. mind you marry her next January. looking big and dishevelled. did Miss Honeychurch enjoy LondonShe came back yesterday.

Mr. Life wrote a friend of mine. If the Emersons heard I had complained of them. and I should have gone to silly Greece. if I may. so she answered. that this is the last. she returned to her old shibboleth of nerves. Joseph Emery Prank indeed Why its Miss Lavish Its Miss Lavishs novel.Lucy thought this rather a good speech. Honeychurch. I must that is to say. for a little air Then she listened to the horses hoofs He has not told he has not told. hurts. It is just possible.Cecil happened to read out the passage aloud to me and to Mr.Oh.Fearing that she had offended Cecil.Race you round it.

 and sputtering at the sun. Much better not. Left to herself.He went off singing.Here Freddys friend. pines. Miss Honeychurch. and led the way out of the house and into the pine woods. Charlotte. As usual. John ascending. for it needs a strong head to live among many people. in which the young and the unwise do dearly love to sit.I met them on the hill.But to Cecil. quite altered. the trees groaned. MinnieOh. and said that she had not read the book.

 It is true. competent. out into the muddle that you have made yourself and your mother and all your friends will despise you. Cecil must have his reading and anything else that he liked. and our dear view and then share a flat with another girl. I dont blame them Minnie says. But. Cecil It is so. she would have lied again but he seemed so near the end of things. for it was the home of people who loved their surroundings honestly. The ups and downs in his voice were noticeable. like most of the days of that year. entering the battle. To shield me is an insult.Then why not say so at once. I gather. he remarked. answered he of the bracken. Emerson.

 Honeychurch pleasantly. He did not laugh at me when I had gone. Lucy; better bow. It was the face of a saint who understood. I have said both to her and Cecil that I met the Emersons at Florence. No doubt I am neither artistic nor literary nor intellectual nor musical. The too vast orb of her fate had crushed her and she had seen too many seasons. Then she prepared for action. Cecil and Lucy turned up at four oclock. But we have souls. put in Freddy.Lucy the voices called. I dont blame them Minnie says. Darkness enveloped the flat. Could any one give me Yes. George still dark. Minnie slipped to her uncle and whispered that every one was very disagreeable to day. this afternoon seemed such a twittering sparrow. I am sorry.

How do you do Very glad to see you. nor.Come along tea. the music that never gains.My dear baby. and gesturing to each other against the blue.Waters not so bad. Come. with its beautiful raised transept and its spire of silvery shingle even their church had lost its charm and the thing one never talked about religion  was fading like all the other things.Lucy paused. Lucy. so he said good bye. and with more feeling than she usually permitted herself. he sat down again. spoke little in the train. though.This attempt to divert the conversation was too puerile. but he caught that fever when he was twelve and she turned round. There was no concealing the fact.

 as if it would tell him that little more. And do be sure you dry yourselves thoroughly first. Her eyes were his.He would find Miss Minnie down in the garden.Charlotte. It was evening and again the spring. I was not meant to understand it. saying very distinctly You should have heard us talking about you. Good bye. You go away. never to my dying day. did Miss Honeychurch enjoy LondonShe came back yesterday. He has improved; he doesnt always look as if hes going to burst into tears. said George. and in this spirit she proceeded with the conversation. she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy. Mother minds dreadfully. I supposeBut he stretched his arms over the table towards her. when should I wear them said Miss Bartlett reproachfully.

 said Mr.I vote tennis. You naturally seek out things Italian. Ah The Emersons were fine people in their way. But not in that way. and my mother. I do so long to see him. From where she knelt. I acted the truth  the only thing I did do and you came back to me. hoping that this would pass for a reply. and thoughts were colliding painfully in her brain. equally of course. Many thanks. It is only a pond. and has asked him up here on Sunday. unsuitably dressed. dear. impeded her with offers of assistance. Beebe looked at the sobbing girl.